Wakeful
Islanded
Snow and silence in the streets.
Winter in the bone.
In silent houses people sleep.
each one alone.
Self-islanded by thought and dream
the solitary soul
forgets the deepest depth, the earth
that joins us all.
Islanded
Snow and silence in the streets.
Winter in the bone.
In silent houses people sleep.
each one alone.
Self-islanded by thought and dream
the solitary soul
forgets the deepest depth, the earth
that joins us all.
( Ursula K. Le Guin )
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