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| Blue-grey color palate of Winter's first steps, Sweden From GypsyTalesTM |
Winds that blow
through to your bones
leaving a restlessness
you can't deny
Winds that whisper
howling in turmoil
names of the yet to be
leaving a mark in your soul
Winds that caress
your hungry heart
scratching your thin skin
leaving tear-marks of desire
Winds that reach out
carry you through
the darkness of the night
when you struggle to see the light
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