softly spoken

silent soul wonders
as the wind reminds us of winter
the landscape covered
winter white
and the snakes lay buried
waiting

white ghosts travel across the highway
where there is no home
no rest
and the snakes sleep deep

she is softly spoken
like a kind word
never heard
but always felt
and the snakes sleep deep

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