Echoes on Cobblestones
I walk alone on silent cobblestones,
Deep in a darkness that is mine alone.
The thoughts of past years cannot slow my stride,
With nowhere left to run and nowhere left to hide.
The wraith of a silhouette is all my own,
Dragging its chilled ghost of flesh and bone.
No breath in the air, no whisper anywhere,
Just hollow shadows fading in the winter glare.
Grey-light breaks to warm my heavy steps,
Marked deep upon the frozen stone it cuts.
I marvel at the leaves, all aimless blown,
As morning wakes the ancient, silent cobblestones.
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