Winterscore ©
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
A blank canvas, a cloud
A blank canvas, a cloud
A fog that disappears
Painting the town red as
The evening moon appears
And before the paint dries
The sun begins to start
A new day to chase dreams
Without a map or chart
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