Tears have no place
Dried leaves gather in corners
Awaiting a return to dust
Victims in a chain.
The hand of Winter
Closes a strong fist
The sky becoming cruel
Cold, motionless, save breath.
The deeper will faded
For the soul is creased
Like screwed up paper in the wind
On a day with no place for tears.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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