Love… — anita dawes and jaye marie

Penny Wilson Writes

Love I felt the winter winds blow chills through my bones chasing memories, unable to capture haunting melodies hung in the air. Warm winter furs, brandy cupped hands love songs whispered through the strings of a harp All lost now to the winter winds. I cannot walk where your ashes lie deep […]

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