an emboldened mystique
Friday, December 9, 2011
Toss
T
he cold wind freezes the spine.
The cold heart... the emotions,
Did someone pour an ice bucket on my head!
The seldom silent dog, is quiet
Today.
can he too sense,
My loss?
My world has gone for a toss.
Tossed.
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