it whistles by
and screams a sigh
that brings you to my
memory
it rushes by
and we can spy
the words that fly
past
it chugs along
and sends a song
miles strong
winding
a yellow night
snow reflects light
and you are right
beside me
no more pretend
that i can spend
today to the end
...
without you.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
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