Winter Walk
The barren branches
Scratch against the crisp blue sky
Cold air on my face
Scratch against the crisp blue sky
Cold air on my face
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This is an older piece of mine that was inspired by my walk home from campus, back in my undergraduate days. I thought I'd start myself off here on Mibba with a poem while I get a feel for this place. Thanks for stopping by!