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Wintering


Into the Winter forest,

Into the deepest darkest corners of your own heart.

Discovering with curiosity,

All the things of your precious life,

You no longer need.

A white vortex of silence,

Only your soul recognizes.

For it is not what you take to the forest,

But what you chose to leave behind.



 
 
 

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