Moonlight and Snow

At the edge of a wood,

on a cliff

overlooking the swells

of icy cold waters,

he stood with

shoulders hunched.

 

He stood in

the moonlight

and

snow,

his heart weeping–

though few would

know it.

 

Cold gales

from off the sea

circled around him

like

whispering phantoms.

 

Cracking.

A heart thirsting.

Sorrow and grief.

 

Too numb to feel

the life that touched him.

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