Are you out there my Friend.? ? Somewhere The Wind is blowing..? Where your footprints are gone as soon as left. No one to know. No one Knowing.?
Are you in the Wind? ? A voice, distant, lost in the swirl of snow and Autumn leaves.?
Your way Home..unknown. The next step taken, but down what path.? Will it lead through this wood, or wander? Forever this Dismal forest of Bramble and Thorn. Crows with eyes bright. No shelter in sight. No sheltering insight.
Plucking at your at your sleeves and dress. Catching your skin, bleeding you like a priest with a fleem. Leaving You wounded and hurt., weary and wary.
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