Whiteout. Blizzards of regret. Drifting thoughts. Snowed in by sorrow. Thin ice.

No need for any more wintry words…they won’t stoke the warming fire…they won’t quell the howling wind….

See that she has a coat so warm….Dylan and Cash…eloquently…sounds that come from deep within a heart where persistent embers flicker with the remnant spark of love…


One thought on “Embers

  1. I know some girls up here in the north country. Sometimes the only words spoken here are wintry, but the girls I know … well, I could only wish they were true loves of mine.

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