Sheri Walters

Rookie [Falling Feather] (Richmond, VA)

The Winter Of My Soul

When the sweet violets of Spring have long faded
and their scent is but a fond remembrance
Will you still look to me?

When the Summer rains are all but a distant memory
that echoes across the starry, barren landscape
Will you still call to me?

When the fleeting winds of Autumn have ceased to whisper

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