Place to Place
without Winny.
I miss him.
I miss his smile
and his reckless acts.
I miss praying with him.
I miss Winny.
I prayed last night
never caught the train
I stayed in the top of
the hotel I climbed on.
I prayed
that God would return Winny to his rightful place;
right here beside me.
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Place to Place {Completed}
PoetryHop on the first train from Dallas and off you go on to explore all the places they warned you about and meet all the people your mother hated and do all the things you wished you'd done before now is your time to live moving from place to place sit...
