Its times like these that I can look around
And remember
Its times like these when I can open my eyes
And be silent
When the sky above me is a pale gray
The breeze cold
When the snow lies in patches
The silence unfolds
When I walk on the street, alone
In the quiet
Where there's nothing that reaches me
Just sounds in the distance.
When I'm not really here
But somewhere else
When the sun starts to set
And the cold is felt
When I'm hidden beneath a jacket
And the air hints of snow
When past the houses I see the horizon
Where the setting sun glows
I remember the fall, the winter
The spring
When I didn't feel so worn
And there weren't so many complicated things
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Unsent Letters
PoetryUnsent Letters. We all have them. They're that one thing that we keep from the world, That one side of us that we never let anyone see, Those few words that we wish we could say These are a collection of poems, written to be letters Just a few more...
