at Saint Sebastian... at the Shrine of the Little Flower Church...
frosted flakes in that window panesturdy stems of the evergreen
wind swept shadow in my window glass
peeping softly and as silent
as my beating heart...that is my dad, visiting :)
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why does a sparrow
sings of sorrow
why does a pen
runs out of ink
why does a door closes
behind you
why does a heart bleeds
with tears
love is not forever
love will be gone
love will be lost
love will say goodbye...
