Cold was the bloom of what was always believed tempered, with no room for growth it seemed all my eye's witnessed was dimmer, a giving up of self, thee ability to allow your self put on a shelf to simmer. Do others feel that the sun, and moon laugh at us, in our vain attempts to leave the best, and largest ant hill, when it's ourself's that are the treasure, leaving behind a life's work, that takes a mere breeze to erase...... Devon Knight ~
"cold was the bloom of what was always believed tempered..." I love this one!! It is sad but uplifting at the same time.
