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Out of sorts, so to speak 

Inside, the outside of myself  

Listening to a distant train 

As it slowly makes its way  

Through snowy mountains 

Until it gets lost in cold silence 

And deep sleeping echoes  

The way secrets drift away  

Into those forgotten places  

Where beloved memories stay safe  

Oh! if only I were a winter season  

It seems love stays that secret 

I still haven’t learned  

Well enough to…hold on to  


Poet of the Light © 2022  


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