How our cold air
Pushes the past down
On every taken step
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I wait in grief
For the memories
To seep beneath
The roots of an
Ever-present birch tree
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Yet with the cracks of Earth
The indivisible form of memory
Sings a pressuring silence
Of treasures deprived of keys
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This was so beautifully written! Loved your wonderful poem!