Quote:
'Scents abound in winters failing breath
Hints of life beneath dying snow
I have wished in secret for this death
Always hoping none will know
Green becomes my mothers skin
While grey and white grow old
Sunlight lends to me its grin
And laughs at winters cold
'These tears are tainted, following cracks formed by sorrow...Bitter salt in wounds of my soul.
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Awesome.
And
Twas the night... was very beautiful. Very pure way of conveying the feeling of the season.