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Low Winter Son
I kick away the leaves
uncover the carved stones
And reading your names again
I let those feelings flood in
The two of you rest together
laid deep beneath the earth
There’s a tree that grows above you
and here’s me, treading my own winter
Life was in wealth, awhile
but I’ve been chasing that warmth
for three decades now
I’m tired and my body aches
There will be fireworks tonight
...
Thursday 23rd November 2023 3:23 pm
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