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I hardly see
through my lashes frozen
the winter’s beau
and ceaseless devotion
walking through heavy snow
deep to the knee.

Have left the shoveled
path sometime somewhere

Harsh wind dries cold the air
and I hear the world muffled
under my woollen hat. –

All of a sudden without a sound
red blood drops bright
onto the snow white
covered ground
where once a way
could be found
Yet, a tone I hear from my chest
and I want to rest my breath and stay.

That’s when I let
go of time and cause
never mind the flaws
of my life
if I only survive
no more
as before.

© Katja John, 2014

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