Regrets
Regrets The rays of dawn’s first, coral light once danced on my canyon walls, warmed me through; now, in this same, cold crack in the earth, I want to remember as I am freezing in their absence. A river of regrets wends its way through lonely darkness, calls out my name andaccusations. ©tlp 2010
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