winter’s kiss December 8, 2012 a poet's playground, alternate avenues white lace covered lawn angels’ footprints adorning cardinals’ delight Share Tweet
go there there is nothing left but torn wrappings the smiles have faded the hoopla has changed the fire burned out the ashes are cold there is nothing left …………………….. to say don’t go there don’t go there don’t go there anymore pain left
Thank you for those inspiering words.
Beautiful. Thank you.