Winterscore ©
Monday, February 17, 2014
No more the daily bread
No more the daily bread
Today another hole
Where are the words to sing
Blank pages on the soul
Calendar days passing
A week, a month, a year
This breath yielding nothing
A change, a thought, or tear
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