Portrait

Laid to rest
I haven't walked in so many years
I don't want to feel
I only wish I couldn't have tears
It is the coldest winter
In living memory
And every time it snows
I wonder if it's the end of me

A shrew ran across the kitchen floor
My spirit followed and forgot to return
When it saw the figure
Lying under the wreath
It wept, and vowed
Never to leave
Make a portrait out of me



Credits
Writer(s): Beatrice Douaihy
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