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| Image by Doris Rudd |
Black and White
When the wind whistles through
the limbs of the old maple tree,
and the December rain turns to snow
the world seems colder
And as the sky turns gray
the clouds pass over thick,
covering our home with its shadow
the world feels lonelier
a photograph,
without color,
feels the same
since you’ve been gone.
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