The Final Frontier

Posted on May 7, 2013


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Paw prints in the snow
melt away in springs glow

Leaving only a memory behind
of what once was, now unable to find

No howls can be heard
just the sad lament of a few birds

That sing the songs of sorrow
for the children of lost tomorrow

In the final frontier
where nature sheds its tears

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