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Winter Sky

 
Days of pewter winter skies
in their lonesome denial.
That trees are now in
their skeletal demise.
The world looks haggard,
as the crow hunts and flies.
My mind loitered with
decayed yesterdays,
and their lingering goodbye.
I, like the crow, have hunted
my mind for you a million times.
Your remaining ghostly vibrations
entwined in my rhymes.
My heart is pewter in a skeletal cage of demise.
Look into my winter eyes.
My dead gray empty stare.
Ready to cry the pure snow,
of finally letting go.
Written by deliabear (Debbie)
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