White

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Baring wind of night.
hissed through hopeless branches ,
where I ?
Stand still .
a voice hushed from a far !
reaching my hand
an attempt to embrace
disappointment crashed so fast
nothing there to grasp …
opening my eyes , pen still captive.
Pages shamelessly white .

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