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Winters Come, Full Of Promise
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October 2014 Job Hunting Winters Come, Full Of Promise
Slowly, swirling, leaves.
On dusty streets.
Blown, by a chill...... wind.
My soul, is sucked along.
While, through the night,
Orange streetlights,...Glow.
I breathe my last, and....
I'll not be found on the morrow.
For I wait beyond.
The shadow, of the pale.
Where there's only.......
Me
And death.
Giajl © Jim Love
