It Really Never Was...

P Peter S. Quinn Peter S. Quinn
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the day is getting darker painting shadows on the wall broken wings of blue skies going for a moment everything's now in the evening with longings in the deep and wishes still not happening the winter glasses with frosty roses and perfect days in somberness in the white weather every thought is now alone reaching to the mountains faraway in silences of time every hour is cold and getting colder with drifting clouds in northern skies that can't hold back how do I not be alone when times are like these how do I not feel the blues when the clouds surrounds me with few landings into summer thoughts every hour is cold and getting colder with drifting clouds in northern skies that can't hold back the winter comes soft and sweet with clean glisten thoughts and snowflakes that never stop pouring... when it gets cold outside the winter oh the winter how fresh it can get how cold it can get it really never was... full of romantic it just has these surprises in the weather that can't hold back the clouds that surrounds me it really never was... just the winter it really never was... just the winter

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