Though trials
would walk
in open fields
it is the clustered streets
contain callous
outcomes.
Trying to discover
an answer
the pawn
walked careless
inside a dream
stirring storm.
Afraid of winds
no shelter
only the barren
nature of loss,
the quiet loneliness
of last days.
A quiet recall of softer ways
all that remains in sweeter days.
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