As the winter wind
practices on your face,
can you feel
the rush of years
recording your days,
piling into
deep drifts
of accumulated
time?
practices on your face,
can you feel
the rush of years
recording your days,
piling into
deep drifts
of accumulated
time?
© 2016 Richard Havenga
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