Realisation

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This grey-black cloud above my head, these worn stones beneath my feet. With the wind tearing at my hair it makes it hard to breathe.

I walk this desolate forest, the trees worn by age. The path tracked over years by my feet.

I can hear your song on the breeze here, your laughter in the rippling of the leaves.

I have whispered my loneliness to the trees. I have wept in the shadows beneath them. But still I walk alone. Even after all these years, still I wait, for you.