• Stanza MCCLVII Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories… we’ve already missed the spring. I’m the whippoorwill that cries in the night. I’m the soft morning breeze that caresses your lovely face. And was it worth it? The sacrifice for a friend you don’t even keep in touch with? I used to live like […] theepicpoet 0 Comments April 5, 2011