Winterscore ©
Thursday, April 17, 2014
All this lamenting for
All this lamenting for
Time forgotten, once tocked
The endless mysteries
Never solved or unlocked
Look, the first butterfly
Another busy bee
In the moment breathing
Not been, or was, just be
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