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Sep 2021
The morning

The morning walks down
A road between the valleys
Following the shining path
Of river towards the horizon,
Where the sun is still
Hazy and indistinct with sleep.

Narrow shoulders hunched forward
He braces against cold and rain
His steps are heavy
With night he leaves behind
Whose dark notes still play
In the recesses of his heart.

His head is strafed
With grey whispy clouds.
He is leaving,
Has somewhere to be
Not looking behind him,
Never coming back.

Harald Edwin Pfeffer 12-9-2021
Harald Pfeffer
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Harald Pfeffer  60/M/New Zealand
(60/M/New Zealand)   
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