Time just keeps trugging on.
Winter is here again.
It's always here, breathing down my neck.
People start to fall by the wayside and connections are lost.
Winter is here again.
The flowers are dead.
The ground is frozen and the icy puddles are mocking.
3 comments:
Ah...I was wondering when you'd post another one!
Ok. Who are you "Anonymous" ?!
It's me with the hairy toes!
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