Winterscore ©
Thursday, January 28, 2016
All above are gray clouds
All above are gray clouds
I can't escape below
As I travel this road
Between bookends of snow
So many dreams started
Now wear a strange disguise
Like a new moon concealed
Behind the cloudy skies
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