A Shroud Covering Us

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In every winter fog, the ghosts stand steady, with a mystery a shroud

covering us, but now – more of a living symbol speaking,

with our branches broken, and that we are lost,

in the forest, wandering the earth longing

to wave – our flags again.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

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