A Distant Sadness
Walking upon the ground singing
frozen solid crisply cracking ice reality
each step inside a crunching golden morning
Alone looking towards the rising sun
cold wind cutting chill to the bone
clouds shade pink to grey
Winds blowing cold breathing whispers
whistling in chilling howls echoes deeply
Staring faraway over snow capped mountains
Distant horizon of dreams
love your the light of hope
drums forever in your grace will beat
A daunting year for to come
tears fall looking at my brother's grave
not knowing what the future holds
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