Sunday, January 22, 2017

Long way over soon*


Long way over soon*

Desolate is the winter as it sees despair
Frosty covered depression, solid is the air
But soon this will be washed away to see life once again
And the misery of discontent goes away and spring to begin*

Dom*Colucci © 2017

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