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Snowy Decembers, lonely nights
Another figure may appear
It’s that look I sought to fear.
Stony gaze right past the eye
Without a word we said goodbye
Crumpling footsteps heard in snow
God was watching us bellow.
And not much time had passed
I thought that we may meet at last
But this was just a wishful memory
Of all that we could never be.

May 5, 2011


Author: © Алёна Комарова (Alëna S.)

Stories grow old and maybe they're true. You have a story as well as I do. Some may be simple and some may change lives. So why don't you look and see what you'll find. These are the stories inside my mind. Which may be realities of beauty and time. Some maybe stories of other lives. Mysteries painted, not all disguised. Please rate and enjoy my own little blog. Keep your dreams alive and don't forget to look. Honesty's good but don't be too hard of a critic. Say what you'd like 'cause I sure would love to hear it! E S T A B L I S H E D • 2 0 0 9

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