Repentance
On some days, Thoughts come to haunt me. They come riding on wings Of the dry autumn breeze That is laced with snowy chill. Scattering the fallen yellowed leaves it comes, Kindling bygone days. My mind then goes into a whirl. Like waves of a turbulent sea, Memories rush in Crashing with fury Hurting, Stinging … Continue reading Repentance
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