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“Winter” by Criztiana Brown

The echo of the wolf song makes the night a symphony,

I stand alone in the december frost for what seems an eternity.

I close my eyes to reminisce on our passion,

Picking up the broken pieces, ghostly and ashen.

It is but a tragedy that we were not meant to be.

I throw the pieces into the wintry sea,

Gone, as they meld with the waves, finally free.

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