He sits on the windowsill in my room.
He looks outside and watch as the souls of the dead, walk about with their loved ones.
He closes his eyes as he drifts into slumber.
I get up and put a cover over him then I kiss him on the forehead as I wish him goodnight.
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Poetry And Other Things
PoetryA collection of poems and other stuff that I've written. Some sad, happy, or just fun.
