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Dead of Winter
In
the dead of night
in
the dead of winter
I
see above me
a
dead raven hanging
from
a dead tree.
I
watch dead feathers
fall
from dead bones
like
dead leaves
off
dead branches.
As
night sounds die
a
down blanket conceals
my
snow covered body.
the dead of night
in
the dead of winter
I
see above me
a
dead raven hanging
from
a dead tree.
I
watch dead feathers
fall
from dead bones
like
dead leaves
off
dead branches.
As
night sounds die
a
down blanket conceals
my
snow covered body.
Published 17th Jan 2023
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