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Lessons by Rote
There is much to learn,
in the turning of seasons.
I've seen hands reach
towards a foreboding sky.
Who hears the crys,
soft echos...
the night...
Who sings last
lullabies?
The seasons change,
the lessons unlearned.
Winters chill
deeper and still.
Shame... yes. Uncomfortable
Shame... yes. Uncomfortable place to wallow would want to live there I moved into regret it's easier to breathe there. Thanks ;)
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Thank you
Thank you
Cool Write
Something to contemplate - slc