Part 1: Six feet down A grave a sound A crying woman A mother maybe? Or a wife? Who else would grieve At this time? Who would remember This unmarked grave? Part 2: Wind blows with a hint of raindrops Enough to let you feel the water Leaves move away The veil has been lifted… Continue reading The end
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Christmas 2015
Here is my photograph for Christmas. Enjoy the remaining days of this year.
Let go
I don't want you to go But yet we must say Our goodbyes If we want out lives To pass,I need to let go Just because you don't Want to hold on