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Started by: jarvo (30253)
SNOW (1962)
I traced your footsteps in the snow,
deep they were
on the path you'd walked before:
in summer dust
and over newly cut grass.
And now,
in winter's icy grasp,
as the falling snow blots
out the black sky,
I ask
you your name
for the first
time...
January 2017 :)
Replied: 13th Jan 2017 at 00:57