The rain
fell softly,
Walking on
the softness of pine,
Hearing the
wind roll across the summit,
Walking in
open spaces,
The lone jay
flew overhead,
As I thought
of your warmth.
Waling
against the cold wind,
Snowflakes
now falling,
Alone on
grey rock,
Surrounded
by the fires of memory,
The elixir
of the past.
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