Monday, January 22, 2018

Winter of my discontent*


Winter of my discontent*

~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 © 2016

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