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The cold of the winter wind could resort to the barren and cold wasteland of the broken heart, those who look inside and find everything stolen by the wind, though many say the wind can carry your soul, it may steal it as well, carrying it on as it dies by the cold pain of winter, many love the snow, but, as the flakes made from frozen water, the tears dropped freeze and become forgotten, and crushed or melt in the over passing time, the sun reveals and the outside of the person melts along with the tears shed of many.
Do not let the cold wind steal your soul...
 PoeticKitsune · Fri Jan 12, 2007 @ 08:20pm · 2 Comments |
