Poetic; winter wishes and ponderings

[Dan-wild]

Tread through the dry ravines. Taking a step toward the unknown, and the mortality threatening walls. The torrid, the dim and the drenched halls of underneath.

D. Fotheringham

The snow; blotting out the options. Taking a key and throwing it toward the spring. I'll stumble around looking for it until the omniscient sun shines on my back, and arms. Fumbling for the opportune.

D. Fotheringham

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