Winds of Solitude

A gushy wind carried the dust.

Large obsidian rock lay still.

I buried my heart in the cold

Where freezing wind past me by.

In that cold, my heart was warm.

At least warmer than what’s been.

 

Then I listened,

I listened to the winds of solitude

Gushing in the distance.

With them came liberation.

The cold brought a certain warmth.

And I wrote while I shivered

I was alone, I was sad

But I was okay.

Solomon

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