Seldom, I think of you
Like sunken snowflakes still in spring
Cobwebs in my memory, trapping little things
Seldom, I think of you
They tell me you were bright as a rainbow
But in my mind a fuzzy grey, I don’t dare to say like an arrow
Seldom, I think of you
If I could I would whisper I’m sorry
But I’m climbing up my hills, through the vines growing gnarly
Seldom, think of you
If I’m honest it’s more like rare
I can almost hear the shouts of despair but my mind draws clear...
About the Creator
T. Licht
I have a love for words and a love to share them.
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