The Stillness of a Winter Scene
The stillness of a winter scene
With leaves like corpses covering the ground
Snow covering them like a shroud
What comfort it brings
A hot cup of tea that I don’t even like
A book in my hand
A head in dreamland
To me it’s all alike
The subconscious
The obscure
That seemingly bottomless pool of darkness
I peer in careful not to fall
But get a small taste
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