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By: Bottled up Zen~

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In the winter
when the sky turns black
and the snow seems bright
I walk in silence
through a palace of ice
past pine trees frozen
into the awkward poses

My breath rolls from me
and forms clouds of smoke
like some great train
lost and barreling down
an endless track

behind me I see foot prints
in the ghost white earth
memories of how far
I have carried myself