Willow Weap


Cold, is scary.
Cold, is death.
Cold, is sorrow and regret.
Cold, is the wind of the late winter nights.
Cold, is the leaves falling down.
Cold, is the way a mother looks at her starving children and weeps because she can not afford to feed them.
Cold, is the soul of a lonely ghost.
Cold, is love gone wrong.
Cold, is a memory of the days we wished we could have been real, but we weren't.

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