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Elizabeth Browning



Tuesday, March 7, 2017

how and why

on a winter’s night,
the silence prevails

the snow cushions
the fall of my feet
as I trod
through fresh fallen snow

looking at the faint light
slides behind the peaks
leaving only afterglow

And I alone
Serenaded by a lone owl
Who sings in time
With my breath

Lost in thought I find
Myself sinking into my longing,
A Sojourner
Wandering
Lonely
Tired

Treading the earth
I seek the sky

“Lost in the ocean ...
Of how and why " .....”  (Ghani Khan)

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