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Winter returns Plains of frozen grass White snow dusts Fields that look like glass. In that field Is a stone, Chiselled, placed Inscripted, alone. I know it well Flowers I've placed, brilliant Frost covers its face It stands resilient. Through my years - So long they've been - I honor its dreamer As though my kin. When spring breezes Melt away snow, I see inside: I was hollow. The flowers of plastic, No case inside, And not an inch For anyone to hide. Frost still fills The chiselled letters Acting like a veil Held by frozen fetters. So I watch it Through summer's heat, Autumn's fall, And always wonder. But my years They have shortened. As my dreams pass, So do my burdens. My dreams, I see Drag me downwards Into the earth While my soul drifts onwards. As winter bellows It drags me in: A younger me, A dreamer, to the grave. Snow, so cold, Packs the hole full, Carries frozen flowers, And lets me lull In that field Where a stone Chiselled and placed Is for me alone And that dreamer, Young but tired, Lays down still And silently expires.
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Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 4:05 AM UTC
Tending the Dreamer's Grave
Winter returns Plains of frozen grass White snow dusts Fields that look like glass. In that field Is a stone, Chiselled, placed Inscripted, alone. I know it well Flowers I've placed, brilliant Frost covers its face It stands resilient. Through my years - So long they've been - I honor its dreamer As though my kin. When spring breezes Melt away snow, I see inside: I was hollow. The flowers of plastic, No case inside, And not an inch For anyone to hide. Frost still fills The chiselled letters Acting like a veil Held by frozen fetters. So I watch it Through summer's heat, Autumn's fall, And always wonder. But my years They have shortened. As my dreams pass, So do my burdens. My dreams, I see Drag me downwards Into the earth While my soul drifts onwards. As winter bellows It drags me in: A younger me, A dreamer, to the grave. Snow, so cold, Packs the hole full, Carries frozen flowers, And lets me lull In that field Where a stone Chiselled and placed Is for me alone And that dreamer, Young but tired, Lays down still And silently expires.
#life#nature#snow#dreamer#seasons#death#grave
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mjgaler
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 4:05 AM UTC
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