Monday, December 15, 2008

The spirit of the wind

Night
Covered by a warm blanket of snow, The world is silent
Yet i remain awake
Watching
Whispering
Flying above, and through
Brushing against the frozen leaves on the ground
Silent
Roads and yards turn into forests and rivers
Imagination
Silence
My tears fall and splatter on the ice
Change
Fire
Warmth
And I am carried away

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