The silence of falling snow

Sunday morning Sitting at the edge of my bed Hands fold in my lap and then covering my eyes  Like the rain outside my tears fall into my lap  On to my notebook Smudging my words like twisted memories I want to understand I want to see things through your eyes but you won’t tell…

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