Abandoned

Who comes here where I live
On icy peaks of rocks and stones,
Abandoned and full of a grief
That calls for a friend I’ll never know.

Desolation breaks and buds
With flowers that smell of cold snow,
Star-breath, a space of emptiness
Fills my soul to its hollow bones.

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