Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Tell u ride


It's cold outside 
But warm inside your inbox 
Where one last message beats 
To the sound of the song playing 
On the winter air 

Maybe just maybe 
You won't find your pencil or your pen 
But the message still stands 

 Initials carved in old trees
Held together by its roots
And the courage
To hold on to dreams 


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