It's too cold to tell the truth to you
cause I'm aching at the sky's deep blue
but darling, there's not much left to do
but build this house back up.
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You breathe made-up words into my pen-
it's too close to starting over, then
soon bare trees will bloom again
and complete, we will begin with spring... is really a very beautiful stanza and touching. Loved the poem. Thanks for sharing.
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You breathe made-up words into my pen- it's too close to starting over, then soon bare trees will bloom again and complete, we will begin with spring... is really a very beautiful stanza and touching. Loved the poem. Thanks for sharing.