i stand in the midst of a field
a wide field where the grass is tall
tall but unmoved by any whisper of wind
the air - not cold, but chill & damp
i shiver, longing for
sweater
fire
home
i would run there, but
already i have trudged so far
in all directions
which way is east?
i scream into the stillness
but silence swallows sound
so i sit huddled
and sing for redemption
Thursday
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which way is east?
you will know..
:)
*sigh* i always have when i needed to... thanks, jo darlin'.
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