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Winter Wind

I am the dancing winter wind,

I am the winter moon,

I am the bare and bony branches

reaching skyward to the stars.

I cannot find the footprints

that lead back to my body;

the snow keeps softly falling

and I am lost in all its colours under moonlight.

The world is soft and sleepy,

and by morning it will be lost in drifts;

they will cover up my footprints

and the secrets that I chose to leave behind.

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