The way snow falls
And silence breathes
white herd stretched on the hills before me
Great shaggy head looks me in the eye
And lets me know, its time to go
Beckoned forth and whished goodbye
With the howl of the ancient and the loyal
The recognition on her face
To this masked message
Understanding that still so surpasses my own
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