Reminiscing
It was a quiet stroll
through falling Cottonwood snow,
I am caught by the thought of a past love.
Though the season
had readied itself for rebirth,
I glanced over my shoulders
hoping to find a yesteryear specter
in search of me.
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Author:
RL Randall (
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