Sigh
I can see my breath
Faceless ones hugging me
My tears rain down slowly
Rolling off my shoulders
Ground be soft
When I fall gently
My eyes open
Sharp branches frozen
Piercing the dusk horizon
Alone it stands
Whithering yet so strong
No wind
Just thoughts I hear
Copyright © Mac Holmes | Year Posted 2009
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