minutes
have past
becoming years
I hide my tears
around the arms
of warm blankets
live in dreams
with some sadness
her pillow empty
she became
like her flowered
gown
just a mist
high heeled shoes
taping
in the moonlight
have past
becoming years
I hide my tears
around the arms
of warm blankets
live in dreams
with some sadness
her pillow empty
she became
like her flowered
gown
just a mist
high heeled shoes
taping
in the moonlight
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