snow piled up
taller than a
human being
a blank
vista he sits
listening
to the
silence
a shadow
passing
on the white
wall
a potato in
the oven another
nameless day
slow-motion
smoke from a
chimney
the tick-
tock from the
old clock
whose music
is no
longer relevant
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Author:
Vipassana (
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Comments2
Oh I love this, makes me nostalgic for winter days in Maine
Very nice. A wonderful write with a haunting message. Well done
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