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May 2016
Some memories are tears frozen
on your eyes,
like frost on a December window.
Life through those lenses may be blurred,
but time will clear your sight
when warmer days bring a thaw,
and roses to view in spring.
Colten White
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Colten White  Nebraska
(Nebraska)   
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