Arctic Winds
In the North,
in all that clean whiteness,
the wind sings and shrieks and sighs
and in it
I hear your name
burdened with the longing
I’ve heard in my own voice
a thousand times.
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I hear your name
burdened with the longing
I’ve heard in my own voice
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