Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Winter

Echoes sit boldly in picture frames 
I drive along way from home 
The noise is deafening 
I can see my guardian angel watching me 
Quiet 

Empty chest 
Breathing in and out carefully 
Screaming somewhere in a cold snow 
Miles and miles away - 
How do I go - tell me - how do I go 

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