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Half Full
A winter walk.
Robust.
Stoned.
Naked tree's launch their limbs towards sky.
Clouds from the dream factory float by.
A crows throaty hunger calling.
And the honking song of geese.
We too, souls famished, search for better places.
Where the ghosts won't chase us...
The winter trees ask me - Are you empty too?
I am trying to see myself as half full....
Robust.
Stoned.
Naked tree's launch their limbs towards sky.
Clouds from the dream factory float by.
A crows throaty hunger calling.
And the honking song of geese.
We too, souls famished, search for better places.
Where the ghosts won't chase us...
The winter trees ask me - Are you empty too?
I am trying to see myself as half full....
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