Fear or 

no longer afraid, 

silent winds 

will blow 

a chill 

to the bone. 
March steadily 

through the

earthly dimness, 

knowing you are 

not alone. 
The spirit 

not reliant 

on vision, 

seeks no destination 

in descending mist 

not shy of gloom. 
Scent the air 

with your stillness, 

sat waiting 

in a magnolia room.

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