Lost love Sylvia seems to make you write the most amazing things. Though few will ever know what it feels like to lose a son, all the others will experience it through your poems. Your words caress my sadness sort of, its so beautiful the way you write. gj. good read.
"So We Will Climb the Slopes,
and make an attempt,
to find what they call Day
though at times we go astray.

So many paths through the mountains,
confusing twists and turns,
but as we stick together,
we can cure the frost burns." - Of Peak and Path

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