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Echoes

The silver mists roam
through the mountains,
like fingers through hair.
The wind echoes longingly,
calling for a bit of warmth,
for relief from harsh winter.
Some lonely wanderers
sing long-forgotten songs,
echoing upwards,
towards the sky.




First published here.
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