Lost Shoes

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Two shining bodies
Frosted in the snow
Glistening in the branches
A sign-
As cold as the breeze that sways it-
Death

Maybe that's why
I hold yours...

I reach up to a branch
The place irrelevant
The frozen wind howling
I let them hang-

My hair flowing with the air
A solemn tune in my ears-
Alongside our friends
In the cold, icy weather
Waiting for spring-

...waiting for you

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