A warm hand extends.
A cold, cold breeze blows.
No compassion returned.
No compromising feelings.
No letting bygones be bygones
despite the old brick wall
not aging well.
Hope huddles behind fear.
"free-verse" poetry from the soul
A warm hand extends.
A cold, cold breeze blows.
No compassion returned.
No compromising feelings.
No letting bygones be bygones
despite the old brick wall
not aging well.
Hope huddles behind fear.