Winterscore ©
Thursday, January 28, 2016
An unopened present
An unopened present
No unwrapping or reveal
The moments left stranded
The emptiness we feel
Days discarded, destroyed
No foundation to build
Nature will come claim us
From the weak to strong-willed
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