Cold wind blows snowy streetsSidewalks white with snowLights brightly coloredHang on tree branchesAnd rooftop edgesI walk towards homePresents under treesWould be nice to seeAs would be her smileNeither are likelyFor me this ChristmasI’m so cold insideThe end of the yearConsiderationsPast events rearviewAll of them with youTurn to walk backwardsHarsh winds on my backBut I walkedContinue reading “Cold Tableau: Better Man Than I”
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