Day 11:
Warmth seeps--cold’s despite.
Lonely trees lean to touch a
Fleeing, fading light.
Day 12:
Destroying cyclone
Rustles leaves who now speak of
loneliness, alone.
Day 13:
Safety’s illusion.
Safety exists not here; only
Beyond reality.
Day 14:
A swirling golden
Spiral of mathematic
Sums--imprints of God.
Day 15:
Quench my thirst. Let thy
Searing fire seal my cold heart,
And destroy the cold.
Day 16:
Enraptured I sit
To listen to his stories
Persuading and dull.
Day 17:
Dense fog surrounds the
Dispersing light and hides itsCountenance slyly.
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