Dean
Wednesday, March 29, 2017
Promise
Promise
The promise of a sunny day
Glows below the horizon
A flight of noisy Geese
The crunch of frozen grass
Under my bare feet
Gleeful gratitude
Radiates in this instant
Death is later
This is now
All is well
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