Nights darkness settles



Driven snow flurries gust in off the hill

Oak clung leaves stripped by the blow

And the familiar path winding low

The wet gullies ice whitened begin to fill


Nights darkness settles where I stand still

Stars bright glimmer through clouds break

Psychosis has taken you and heartache

The wrench of love for a child – a bitter pill.



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