Pale in May
Winter and lace
so cold yet I sweat
and the days of blood letting
they haunt and regret
yes i am pale in May...
what time has washed away.
Summer and wool
so hot I shiver
and the days of healing
yet to deliver
when forgetting
what time has washed away.
Melinda Marinko 9/28/05
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