On a cold winter morning
On a cold winter morning
the traveler
looked outside the window.
Inches of snow.
"Were they snow laden trees
or just a tree made of snow?"
There was sunshine after days of darkness.
And this sunshine was hope
for the traveler.
It reminded him of days
when he had hated the sun...
Of days when he despised it.
But now,
sun was happiness
and a feeling of belonging
in the nowhere land.
Sun was memories
of the rivers
birds
and old unsung songs.
On a cold winter morning
the traveler
looked at the sky
and thought of his beyond self;
What and where would he be
in the times to come?
He wondered.
The snowflakes were falling on his bare
hands
And in that moment,
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