terminated

terminated

gray and grim clouds blot out the sunlight
summer is gone and winter is nigh
trapped in the north with no firelight
to warmer lands the birds will fly
but I will remain,
amidst impenetrable white stars in uncaring night skies
the dream has died and so have I

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