The cold of winters, through valley of silences long past kept
blanketed the soil whose memories were fragments better wept
and if you were so kind to me, a flower would beckon and kneed
to which I would walk with you through the garden of your deed
Though you see, hope in compassion is seldom given with trust
until the valley stirs in silence for the petals to turn in dust
Young men and women...have devotion in your emotion..
For the winters are cold, and true kindness comes from the bold
Inspired by Vanilla's "To Me ( Soiree ) which can be found here https://youtu.be/M4NC_kWsDTY
ooh la la!
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