The wind doesn't carry my small still voice
Winter calms the nerves that make my hands cold
As the thoughts of us slowly fade into the background
And another year will pass us by
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i love this, the depth of the imagery and the heaviness of the concluding silence, indeed somethings are better left unsaid.