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Solitude of Pines

With a frail
And uncertain future
Breathing in rhythmical pines
Calms my thoughts.

Solitude I seek
Within the forest
Amorphous blankets of snow
Covering crestfallen waves.

Spirited wind
Melancholy whispers
A tear falls
Past traumas relived.

Ephemeral bird calls
Wispy clouds and frost
Revitalises lost energies
I no longer feel lost.
 

 

Matthew

 

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