Only Written, Never Spoken
The Simple Poetry of Honest Words
Sunday, March 4, 2012
On a Day in March
That golden summer, auburn fall
When we were friends -- do you recall?
Now winter's end is weeks away;
Will springtime lend you words to say?
Or have you now forgotten me?
Will ev'ry season winter be?
-- c. noel
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