Posted in loss / death, original

Far, Far

My hands are numb from the cold
No heat can ever warm it again
I am slipping to no return
Hoping to find peace that’s everlasting

I can’t feel my hands anymore
I’m going, somewhere
Far, far

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A story teller, a writer, and sometimes, a poet.

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