Staring at the stars
with the whole universe outside
You are stronger than the moment
a searcher
in the dead of night
You give meaning to footsteps
on frozen ground
Where blades of grass
crack
crying out
to your wandering.
Blood is bought
when men claw
for enviable things
but these battles are invisible
to the wanderer
who knows his blood
and trusts his fight
walking
and searching
for special confidence
on a cold night.
Beautiful imagery.
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Thanks Short-Prose!!!
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My pleasure.
G.
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