they come they go
new kid in town
will they still love you
when you're not around
brisk autumn night
the sky is black
and white
and grey
the wind dances around
you
warming yet chilling
surrounding yet emptying
the time has stopped
put away in a box of white gold
closed but not locked
the warrior continues on
he must
12 March 2012
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