Winterscore ©
Tuesday, December 17, 2024
The clouds dropped down and hung
The clouds dropped down and hung
The rain not far to fall
Not a bird in sight and
Morning like a nightfall
Roads less traveled destined
To find no roads at all
No end to signify
Whatever may befall
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