There short days of dead Christmas trees are the worse. Though night decreases , they are far too long and cold. The Sixth Army died. The heirs to Faith's children also perished. The Doom molds in the corner of my mind. And all hope is a quiet grave.
Can I say how I love the feel and aura of these words and picture together, how they combine to roll off the tongue...it is like a treat for the mind and soul, yet more like a tear that is exquisite and beautiful....
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Can I say how I love the feel and aura of these words and picture together, how they combine to roll off the tongue...it is like a treat for the mind and soul, yet more like a tear that is exquisite and beautiful....
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