The old
was sitting
by the
window
where
the frost
was coming
down
Creeping
like
a silent
lover
over
panes
of little
sound
I was
watching
by the fire
thinking
of the
wood
inside
Burning
with the
touch
of karma
Keeping
all the
souls
alive
When
I saw
the new
front
coming
Replacing
all the
ones
before
Pictures of
the wind
were calling
Find your
way within
the storm
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