Wraithlike

A cold foot against the window pane
The vapor there quietens back
The moment
And chill casts its claws
Not a soul to be seen in
This lost landscape
In which also the light of the sun
Is lost and is replaced
By silence

[Sound would have been there
Sound was always there
The cause of all]

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