A wintry morning
By the station,
Wrapped in wool
From head to toe,
A mask to conceal
What lay beneath?
At the crossroads
A body that lay
Half awake,
A mind, restless
But tied, to what -
No one knows!
Memories that trickle
Of warm soup,
In the air of affliction
A smile that wanders by
The horse that trots
As time ticks away
To the tune of
A hollow world....
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