Heartless and cold....the night breeze cuts to the bone, youth becomes old and movements slow as if walking in mud
Looking at the full moon with glossy eyes and feeling as empty as the cloudless skies I wander alone, with only the chilling winds to remind me that life does run through this body
In the distance I see the thing I search for, a flicker of hope to shield me from the cold
As I walk through the wind swept pines towards my destination a warmth fills my heart, the rememberance of the spring and the times that in my heart I will always hold
the times of friends and laughter, the times of rebirth and a new start of life
These are the times that will whither and fade as all things do at the end, when time catches up and makes you old.................
~~~By roach~~~
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