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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

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