we wait in patient circumstance
listen to clouds falling
white over brown a masking
brushes overlaying imperfection
willingness to speak passes
voids accentuate delicate vibrations
wanting fearing needing to say more
the silence tears through snow
words churn deep into the woods
roots run backward solutions obscure
what trees know over eons
patiently being unknown of continuums
without once speaking to ears
dig deep reveal gold audible truth
wretched doubts transform
footing weakens in the snow
while verity soddens eyes with time
the phone goes to sleep
wearing a lie of contentment
resolutions are known of the future
where impossible heaps will blow to peace
and we will know each other below
wet snow muddy earth hidden forests
into the heart of our world
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