Bare Trees
Is it you that I search for
as you watch me
(and will I ever find)
but questions
Bare trees
purple in the snow
And there are some
that will go
into the deep halls
without expecting
and some silence
others still
will hold forever in their hands
But you who will
spite the echo
have far fewer hands
and left them there,
like water
through water,
both sides;
it stands.
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