Rain falls, whispering breeze
solitude to bring you to your
knees.
Freshness in the air, beauty
in the night sky. A winters
night I spy.
Snow flakes to hit the ground
trees heavy with ice, bitter
sweet memories.
The cold wakes the nerves back
up in your body, a life now it
seems that cannot be denied.
A smile tickles the side of
my mouth, remembering what
life is really about.
Real life can sometimes bring out the best or worse in people. Writing/reading can help you understand the difference.
Friday, October 28, 2011
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