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poem written for the start of winter |
| Land of ill winds glowing halo surround my vision Wisps of icy snow sting skin drifts around your feet. I could touch you but the space between is monstrous and solid This land is empty except for the flow of time and screeching winds tangling hair words fall from my mouth drip from my tongue but fall short rolling to a halt in the valley between us Eye contact glaring I recognize your soul Earth feeling foreign together we find we are alone together we find we are alone Backwards footsteps treading home marching forth we're all alone Alone, alone, we are all alone, we are alone together we are, we are together, together we find we are alone |