#571-Questions
22/02/2019
Field of snow,
Resembling a blanket of clouds.
Pine trees casting shadows,
Beneath a hazy sky.
Distant mountains calling,
But no one’s listening.
It’s a quiet winter day,
As I stare blankly,
Numb with yesterday’s pain,
At today,
Asking,
What am I doing here?
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