winters eyes

March 23, 2011
your salty tears are flowing
down your pale pink cheeks
the cold winds are blowing
colder and colder with each new week
trees sway in unison
the battle might be over
but the wars still to be won
we are all tired and cold
so come on inside, and let the cold wind blow

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