The snow has fallen, soft and white,
Strewn across the grounds, reflecting the sunlight.
The pine trees still stand tall and strong,
A scene straight from my childhood songs.
I know I will never again see your beautiful smile,
Feeling as if, though at home, I am banished in exile.
Time has passed, but the fears have not:
Can my heart move on, or will it rot?
Next words: fresh, comfort, strength.
Last edited by NDN Scholar; 11-28-2010 at 05:39 PM.
Reason: Next words.