Think About It, Part 3, by jwhwz Subscribe to rss feed for jwhwz

For, my sister died;
Many years ago.
And in that memory of my brain;
There came much cold snow.

One can hold on;
If one talks through the haze or grays;
Because there are almost always;
Better days.
Posted: 2011-11-07 22:33:19 UTC

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