frosted heads bow
aging before our eyes
youth not so long ago
spring storm
the rose buds now
encased in ice
autumn rain
drowning our tears
your hand in mine
I return
to your door way
broken
my hat in my hand
hope in my heart
Splendid series, Dolores.
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Thanks Janice
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Wow what a beautiful series full of strong emotions … chapeau!
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