Snow

The paths once leading

to a warm home

Are slippery with frost,

Somewhere watching 

from behind the clear constellations

Of stars,

There are invisible eyes watching

The host 

Awaits the guests,

The ghosts linger

Watching foot prints in a snow,

The melting impermanence 

Of a world we no longer

know.

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About seagullsea

a seagull flying over the great ocean of life observing.
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