Will see colors change and passions ignite.
Old favors and new desires bloom into a promise, of what most likely will never be.
The coin tossed into a empty well.
And a kiss that will linger for only a moment, is dead like the dreams within an old man's soul.
Winter knows the pain, that even a jaded soul as myself cannot dare to recall.
The coin tossed into a empty well.
And a kiss that will linger for only a moment, is dead like the dreams within an old man's soul.
Winter knows the pain, that even a jaded soul as myself cannot dare to recall.
Rémy Boucher resides in Québec and has been published in Scarlet Magazine, and The Shadowlands Magazine. He is currently working on his first poetry collection.
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