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Your mountains, my forests…

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Oh how I miss

the feeling of your

lips, whispering

your mountain secrets

so close to my

ear that I would

have sworn they were

a little voice in my head,

never leaving me

alone… Never in a creepy

way, though, just like

a warm presence, I could

take along, walking in

my forests. Forests covered

with snow, forests holding

the stories that made up

my life. Hung to

the branches, like colorful

Christmas ornaments, there

for you to choose from,

waiting for me to tell

the tale behind the yellowed

pictures pinned to them.

 

Until… I ended up walking,

alone. Waiting for the little

voice to bring back

a smile for my now silent,

chapped lips…

 

 

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