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In My Mind I Hear it All

The lonely call of winter, reaches to me, from beyond dark and leafless trees.

Its a sound that surrounds me, it brings me to my knees, brought on a stark wind, that freezes my brain.

Though the thoughts and the images, they all remain, I even hear your voice, and I know  nothing, will ever be the same 

again.

Giajl © Jim Love