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Winter
Why did I land on this landscape?
Why so hostile?
This night plays fear and dark.
Why this shore?
With these strong waves?
That pushes my body on the rocks and refuseS the way back.
This winters,
Bitter,
Spelling frosts.
Why so hostile?
This night plays fear and dark.
Why this shore?
With these strong waves?
That pushes my body on the rocks and refuseS the way back.
This winters,
Bitter,
Spelling frosts.
Published 26th Feb 2025
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