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Winter.

I waded through birch trees
winter dead and whispering in the cold.

The quiet loud in its announcement,
echoed in dark corners

I thought I had spoken out loud
and requested the calm answer my presence.

Tombstones, heavy with foreboding.
Unmarked graves and secrets kept

from nights with glow of fire and steam rising from tea.

Candlelight dances and shadows stretch as a hand

grasping those who enter
the floor wood succumbing with step.

A guest and a guest within
speaking with languid speech
and shallow of thought

And thought capture and imprison

Each day replacing the day before

Day before no more days.

NoExit cjh 2018.
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SkyPotatoFire Featured By Owner Aug 2, 2018
Nice touch
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cjheery Featured By Owner Aug 4, 2018  Professional Traditional Artist
thx
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TheLunaLily Featured By Owner Jul 30, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
I like this. Very good imagery throughout. :heart:
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cjheery Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2018  Professional Traditional Artist
Thank you.
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TheLunaLily Featured By Owner Aug 2, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
You’re welcome!
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