The

From my walking
on the earth
it hurts;
for reasons unknown to me,
to feel
the breath of the wind
and the sigh of the sea's
like a frigid, barren
icy breeze.
And there's something cold
that lays it's head,
on the lovely warmth
of natures bed
that seems to remind me
of how it feels
to rove among
these empty fields

poem by Joseph Ostapiuk
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