An Adventure Solitaire


the lonesome days
i walk alone
holidays cheer
i scream hell no
i am a widow cherishing the
ashes of my other half
where the thorn grows
i walk barefoot
not a rain drop to rid my thirst of company
with hope and tear
i sleep and hunt
praying the wind blow me away
to a place with fertile ground
where the trees grows like family

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