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Troubled Soul

Misty fog floating through
bare trees.
Cold waves of wind
coarse through the woods
whistling as they go
like the wail of a
long lost soul.
 
Blankets of still white snow
lay on empty fields
which open this mind
to sublime silence
giving peace to
a troubled time.

Not fond of winter but the cold and quiet can give some time to reflect.
12-18-2016

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