Sep 2020
We cry about it in Paris
every spring
we used to say
before we lamented
what has left our lives
forever
even though I can't see you
I know you're there
I cling to that
always
Whit Howland © 2020
every spring
we used to say
before we lamented
what has left our lives
forever
even though I can't see you
I know you're there
I cling to that
always
Whit Howland © 2020
An abstract word painting.
Written by
Whit Howland
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