A darkening cloud forewarned
of a winter storm advancing.
But even so, oblivious.
"it was a springlike weather
hours ago".
It's March still. The howling
chill is crystalizing
the thawed snow.
Meters away,a figure
is braving the storm
appears like a blur.
A haze conceals
my undiscerning stare.
What's beyond i disown,
an untimely death
is not a betrayal.
I left my door ajar...
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