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  • so let me go
    amidst the snow
    the truth is cold
    don’t let me go.

    a flake falls
    drifts around
    budding cold
    silence drowns.

    s.k. lindeman


    After much travel and being banged up a bit, I feel grateful
    to come back here to the poetry you post. I wrote for my friend’s
    website the words…”stare deeply into the eyes of India without blinking”
    but for me I surely blinked. Perhaps in the blinking the realization comes of “let me go” and “don’t let me go”.

    light & prayers,