Through the mist

up the rocky road against gusts of head winds

thick mist clouding the eyes

wasn’t it for the cold it might be an adventure

good that the steps fall side by side

solitude is a whore of the past

hands touching all the way through the opaque air

winds can only add to the feeling of togetherness

that spreads in the mist with every step

and the inner warming

w.j.u.h.

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