Rest for the Wicked
A poetry blog
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Winter Rain
The winter rain may come and go
But every day I see the snow
I think of her and what we said
When dreams still danced inside our heads
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sydney
September 14, 2011 at 10:41 PM
this is one of my favorites. :)
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this is one of my favorites. :)
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