He wrote it out of fog from a frosty window pane
because we both knew, I would never open the door
and as the sun settled into a silenced night
it glistened against the marbleized moon--
My window pane an the frayed curtains my dead mother sewed
the mother, I no longer have.
You are the courage you have inside
About the Creator
T. Licht
I have a love for words and a love to share them.
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