…skin,
soul turning colors,
waiting,
…waiting,
for the long cold stillness.
death by death,
learning
…to
…..live,
blow by blow,
till
…the
……shadows
………d isappear.
left as it began,
no baggage,
…empty hands,
covered by the snow,
long
…stillness
…….to
…….. ..spring.
evolving hurts!
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