Greg Frin

Greg Frin | Member Since 19 Aug, 2021

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Red as deep as love. Blue as wise as memory. In our skies, they coincide; under the tree, we start a new day. With you near, my soul alights; we flare till the night grows black. A storm brews, thunder bellows, our skies turn hateful and grey. I'm alone, under that tree. I am waiting for you to come back. Waiting to start that new day, red as deep as love, blue as wise as memory…