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Published: Feb. 16, 2024, 6:11 p.m.

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Finite and Infinite

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Bare and cold,

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Brisk wind goes through,

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As if I am translucent,

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Consumed by its bitterness,

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Haunting sounds,

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As winds mysterious,

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Ghostly presence,

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Is felt not seen.

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Swaying trees skeletons,

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it\'s only evidence,

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As they lean to and fro,

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One blow,

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Follows the other,

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As the battering,

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Has no mercy,

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Coldness cares not,

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For the shivering branches,

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I stand my ground,

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In awe and wonder,

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Raising my eyes,

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To behold this,

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in plain view,

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Not hidden in darkness,

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But here for my eyes,

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Nature\'s harshness,

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to itself,

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And yet,

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There is a beauty,

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A dark beauty,

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to this scene,

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Maybe wind knows,

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Some ancient mystery,

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Hidden from my knowing,

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I sense this,

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As I listen and watch,

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The sound,

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The howling,

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The swaying resistance,

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The fight to stand,

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Deep roots unseen,

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Deepening,

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Holding,

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Anchoring,

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Infinite wind,

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Reservoirs untapped,

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Will not exhaust,

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The battle lines,

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Right before me,

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It is an ancient ritual,

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Earth is made for this,

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I am made for this,

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The fight to stand,

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The strength of resolve,

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The power of nature,

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The finite and the infinite.

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tony gilotte

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Photo by Sofy Bojkovic used with permission\\n\\n

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