Winterscore ©
Saturday, September 17, 2016
No true catastrophe
No true catastrophe
No incident, no crime
So close to the summit
To deviate our climb
Embracing time and change
Fruit ripens, acorns fall
We will find ourselves home
Without building a wall
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