Totally feel this weather, it shows on my face, the long embrace, the snow falling down. 

Hear the cheers, school children and glee, music to echo through eternity. Memories of snowbanks and angels forged into cement, in hopes peace would never melt.

The world turns and changes, the sacred ripped from the heart, looking down my angel departs. No record of her exists so it is the petals of thoughts that spread the white blanket over her grave, today. 

my promise garden, 1/27/2017

Photography Poetry

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