Nr 8


It is a dark, cold morning
and you are leaving.
Light, billowing clouds
empty of words
come out of our mouths

And then you are gone

Heading back
I walk in your foot-prints
feeling your body move
in mine

a wolf wind
blowing the horizon aflame



Poetry by fazza
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Written on 2005-10-30 at 11:50

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Christian Ward
Absolutely gobsmacked by the beauty of this. Love the lines

'Heading back
I walk in your foot-prints
feeling your body move
in mine'

You paint an amazing vista with your words
2006-03-01


R.K.Singh
Superb. I felt like you as my son left for the Siachin Glacier, where he would be facing the first winter in minus 50 to -70 degrees temperature.
R K
2005-11-22



One really feels the loneliness and the abandonment in the biting wolf wind... The last two lines reveal the strong feelings hiding beneath the quiet resignation expressed by the text...
2005-10-30