Poetry in Leather-Bound Notebooks
Friday, February 3, 2012
Northbound
The gentle patter of the heavy snow flakes on the ceiling.
Cranes swirling as I breathe the crisp night air.
And I know I am in this moment.
"Love is never wasted."
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