Tales of That Winter

Nothing ventured, nothing lost

Junk retained at narrow cost

Lights were strung across the grounds

Lies were all in legal bounds

 

Happiness was almost shared

You told me you almost cared

Boxes, pushed around in carts

Frozen faces, empty hearts

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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