Listen to winter,
a mountain to water,
gasp for air even as you tread.
Almost like talking, almost like warning,
you from your cushion
to fall forward steps.
To fall forward steps.
Chattering,
oh, these murmurings.
There are many memories fixed fast to me,
calling me.
This soon is winter,
mountains to water,
gasp for air even as you tread.
Talking,
almost like warning,
you from your cushion
to try to shake off whatever haunts it.
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