The Choice


Why live in winter
in that desolate space
where alone in a landscape
is a crowd
where the wind bites
and leaves no scars
where water no longer gurgles
with delight at your touch
but lies frozen and stagnant
while you wait for spring
for the thaw
that may never come.

a dawn bird

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