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“
Winter Forest
Deep words and lighter steps
Tear to white and fading green
Of lines and morning woods;
Each step of us grows lighter,
While chasing the true light
That is reborn over mountains.
The sun resets again
In the pale blue valley of us,
Haunting nothing but who we are –
And where we should be, tonight.
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The Winter Miles
The roads of solitude grow whiter,
And stones beneath us paler,
While the green fades completely —
Ahead of us.
Grey is the sombre tone we keep,
While wandering along the street
That becomes our destiny —
With each step.
Our knees fall into the snow;
The trembling stops at last,
Here our souls will find eternal rest —
In silent grace.
-Laura Chouette
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