I live in my own shy chamber
all people call it a family
the December filled my soul
I believe it's so common.
I wish it were the fast summer's rhythms
but there are the lonely winter's strings
and the windy roars of northern ghosts.
when I hear a banshee's song
I'll be free I'll be lost.
(winter 2014/15)
the winter
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