Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Winter blues

"One loves to just walk,
fields are frozen,
tree branches cringe,
wind howl loudly,
sounds reach my mind
crying under each of my steps,
the air is crisp but good
enough to receive shadows
from above, until the sun
decides it's time to either
rise or lay down to sleep,
and I will keep on walking
on this land of mine for

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