we stood there by the little brook
both frozen in our sudden tracks;
we held trite truth within our hands
with late wind there upon our backs
we felt hurt winter calling home
the hard relief we longed to feel;
we stood beside the silent ice
and that, at least,
was real
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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