Why is it that i hold myself back...
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The wind is piercing
Chill cuts through to my heart
I am bewildered -shaken
Thoughts assail me
But the grace to put them down
Passes me by...
The printed word, the symbol-
You have made them, draped them
They are ever so much in your thoughts
Haunting you,wracking your very core
Isn't there anything
That wells up from depths
Or wafts down from rarer heights