Those lanes of loneliness ?

That stretch seems unending;

When there is none to trust;

The hand that seemed to hold,

Slipping away into those mists;

And there is none but my own shadow

The silence that echoes in the cold winds

If the wind would wing away my leaden heart

The loneliness that drags itself in despair

to feel bereft of everything that once tugged lovingly

now those boughs look barren, thorny, dying;

awaiting the first cover of frost;

when everything goes into deep slumber

To shed the bygone, the bitterness, the bereavement

In one sweep of that cold wind,

That nips, lashes, swipes;

Laying bare what once was;

To be swept away for the new, that will come to be

I need to let that wind wrap me in;

Like a cocoon in catharsis

The loneliness in those lanes will not engulf me;

It will be the soulful solitude to welcome the colours of spring

I will wait, for even the snow melts; and a butterfly unfurls;

In time, everything changes, so does the saddest, the darkest fade;

the loneliest that will embrace the oneness in that first ray of dawn!

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