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IN THE BLOWING WINTER WIND
MY EYES FREEZE OPEN
SKIN RED RAW
STARING INTO THE WIND
I SEARCH
SEARCH FOR A SIGN
BEHIND ME THEY CLOSE THE GAP
NEVER TIRING
THERE AHEAD, A GLIMPSE.
A SPARKLE...
SHIFT OF THE WIND?
NO IT'S THERE.
LIKE SUN BURNING THROUGH CLOUD
HOPE SURFACES...
