Looking towards the frozen shadow

​I look outside into
​a melancholy autumn mood.
​The garbage is being cleared.
​But the hearts and lungs are eroded.
​’Let it be’ they say.
​It is just the way it is.
​No hugs or kisses.
​Just surrender to your loneliness.
And listen to the birds warble.
But I hear the magpies
calling out the streets.
Empty of sadness and
pointless screeching.
And the sun washes the back of life.
I’m on a journey that questions
this autumn mood and falling glitter.
A journey that is not silent
and ends in another place,
in another time.

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