The cold winter
Night sky grown dim under the face of the moon
Life has slowed, the ticking of destiny grows faint in the distance
Curled up by the fireplace, our souls dip their hands into the past
Strands from a life hard to remember
Sleepy minds piecing together pictures
Colors turned grey with details worn from time's hand
Sleep without dreams
- Author: CalebMusings ( Offline)
- Published: December 13th, 2022 09:24
- Category: Unclassified
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