Silent the morning. In the darkness before dawn, Chaparral scents air. Black pathway stretches onward, Into the golden morning.
Silent the morning. In the darkness before dawn, Chaparral scents air. Black pathway stretches onward, Into the golden morning.
Golden coin rises. Visiting the graves long past– Childhood memories.
Winter soul frozen– Old diary lies open, Snow white raven flies.
The Sun emerges. Ghosts lurk at the edge of view, Shackles to the past.