the new year, at lastA Poem by andy groei spend so much time loving the brisk beauty of autumn and the silence stillness of winter, i sometimes think of nothing else. then one day, i open my door and the fresh weather come pouring in, full of energy and lost time. it fills my lungs and tossles my hair. hello old friend, i'd forgotten your name. © 2011 andy groe |
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