Day 2002, an ending. Daily picture, Poetry I turned it black and white these colorful nuances stand in the way ~ now I can see where his death comes from from the now barren ground where he stood ~ he still stares at me like he did when he left ~ I hope the winter fells what is left and feeds the barren ground ~ you know you were not alone and still beautiful ~ goodbyeShare this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related