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Winter falls
He walks alone
Down pathways known
Only to him
Snow blasts
Across tired eyes
Blinding, dull
Deep surprise
Rugged up
In animal skin
He holds the cold
Deep within
Winter falls
He walks alone
Down pathways known
Only to him
(c) Helen Valentina 2018
My goodness, you paint a powerful story, Helen. His walk is our own, isn’t it? Sometimes even the walker is blinded by the winter. Beautifully written!
Thanks so much Gwen, and yes, this is an allegory of sorts! 🙂
Well done, Helen. Good to read on a hot day as well.
Thanks John, down under its quite cold today! 😄😄
Can we borrow some?
Would that I could send you our weather! 😄😄
Ha ha ha.