burdened by winter,
strands of grass bend to ground like
my white tired hair
ground
finding a comfort zone
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like dust in the wind-
with time, doubts eventually
set on familiar ground
a restless flow
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ground now ripples into life
with rain and more rain
a frozen heart
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caught by the cold mood-
even winter’s tears cannot
bear to feel the ground
a broken silence
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leaves like to gossip-
on the ground they chat about
any step you take
J M Lysun
J M Lysun 
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