Winter
Turning inwards, back against the cold,
Crushing leaves I proudly used to show.
Summer seems surreal, so long ago,
Withered branches hidden under snow.
What have the darker days and nights begun?
Running to the place that I can't run.
Even so I'm looking for the sun,
That state I knew, I know, that I came from.
By LJ. Copyright 2016
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