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Snowfall
Whispers
In mountains high,
Promise renewing
In a healing sky.
How often we seek
Solace
In Forest deep;
We feel akin
To a world
That cannot help
But weep
That scent—
The one of pine
And tin,
A musk of woods
In twilight,
Is yours,
And yours alone.
Come closer,
Envelop me
In your essence.
You were a magpie

you stole the root of me
bare bones and arteries
and now I am

a shell
stood shaking
in my skin

forever

— The End —