The World of Myth Magazine

The crispy air calls to my soul,
in a time of my youth that refuses to be forgotten.
I am thankful for my life, but I demand more.
With memories of smiles and laughter
They are all gone, but me and yet...
Yet, I remain thankful for the time I had
Thankful that I breathe and continue to be
On this Thanksgiving Day, remember why you are thankful.

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