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careless whispers, flow, forest, gray, harm, hope, lonely, path, quiet, randomness, sorrow, thoughts, time, white, winter
It’s so quiet
In and out of time.
The randomness of thoughts
Is hunting the big emptiness.
From gray to white the careless whispers of the wind
Flow on even paths.
No voices can harm the deadly sorrow of the forest,
No human presence has shown its face since the last yellow leaf has left the lonely tree.
Countless hours of falling to the ground
Have filled the void with hope.
It’s winter.
The Stiff Corner 
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