Frostless brown hair
whisting for nocturnal silence
as trace hints of insubstantial shadows
darken ashen branches.
Clearly–but soft–Grey bright grey
hold the road ahead
fleeing from uncertainty.
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Some people asked me to expand this poem. I didn’t want it to sound too forced, but I finally did it.
A farewell to a gentle friend.