Imagine

May 4, 2014

Gusty storms; frostbitten fingers

Breaths making small clouds

Imagine.

Whispering winds

Clear meadows enveloped in a sea of green-

all is right with the world

Pistols fired; cries for justice

Blood shed; lives lost

Imagine

Easy laughter, vivid chatter

Friendships formed.

Life seems good.

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