My Little Black Book of Books
Monday, April 13, 2015
Geeses
The winter brings its frost
And its bitterness.
And the geeses,
They make their plans,
To fly south.
But the one with the broken wings,
Was left behind.
Broken wings, a broken heart,
Goodbye, it bids,
To the ones it once loved.
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