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10th Weekly Poetry Contest winner: Isolation-My Internal Desire

by mejwellman

The dirt from my shoes is crumbling on the ground.
Old dusty powder of a life giving source.
I feel miniscule, glancing at the pine trees towering above me.
It is a wonder, in this stagnant world, that they remain green.
My hair clings to my face fearing the cold and finding solace next to my pink sickly cheeks.
I could be drawn to the thick comforting warmth of my home, but cold isolation matches my internal desire.

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