for real…

snow falls during a slow haunting slumber
i force myself awake in the early hours
to discover the evidence of a world i can only create

outside a blind dense blanket of white
the calling of undisturbed precipitation and bliss
the overwhelming envelope of somber glee

there are no footprints of the ones before me
existing alone i have no signs that somewhere there is a connection
i am but one of this earth and existence

this is the only conveying nature i can express
have you ever known a great story but could never find someone to tell it to?
my heart in a question, my soul, the exclamation.


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