Winterscore ©
Monday, December 10, 2012
Left with holding nothing
Left with holding nothing
Except the nighttime sky
The Big Dipper empty
Again the question why
Hope slips through my fingers
Dreams disappear and die
But as it gets darker
The stars intensify
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