Circling crows

This river walks beside me
And I
In its stead
Swim

The birds
stare in silence
As I take up voice
to sing

The winds of coldest winter
Cease howling
In my breast
The storm wakes

Bound….
And bound….
And bound

The words come quietly now
As sleep eludes the dreamer

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