the wind billowed gusts from decades ago
breeze borrowed coolness from a christmas that had passed
the morning stole its existence from a year
from a year which obviously did not last
the silence of the stillness played a familiar melody
brought a familiar feeling despite the isolation
a company in the midst of melancholy
this may be a blissful condemnation
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