Though it is bright, the sun is still missing from the sky.
The trees send cutting sounds with their winter leaves dry
She shivers, weathering but refuted and left a lie
Together, they cried, “where is the light? oh my”
Their knees are weakening and cant stand for long
Stomachs are in vain as their feet sing a sad song
The earth is turning its back on them and the food is gone
With Sharp wind leading the way; focused and strong
She stares at the white wall, puzzled and empty
Her eyes hold her sweet rain for she knows no cheeks
A memory now knows more than her, though filty
She filters, traveling far back so they can meet
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