Short stories, Poems and Random Musings
Tales by the Phantom of the Past
Monday, August 27, 2012
Frozen River
Barren
The nights grow longer
Winter’s cold breath blows across
A barren landscape
Just like our dreams
A little anachronistic...like all things good
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