winter
The birds hurrying to nest a bit too early. The chill in the air turns the hearts down just like that. The foliage-laden memory has a lonely winter to fill.
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The birds hurrying to nest a bit too early. The chill in the air turns the hearts down just like that. The foliage-laden memory has a lonely winter to fill.
Poetry Books 50% Off
Bestselling collections from top poets