Coffee Sleeve Stories


By R.E. Lowrance

Chrystal paths

Of blue and gold

Turn dark

On where I step.

Walk not our path,

They seem to say,

New snow is hard to lay.

But I know why

They cry out so,

I know why they weep.

For paths like them

Get no regard

From those they wish to keep.

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