In the darkness I hear a voice shrieking.

“Where are you my beloved? Why did you leave me?
This burden is too heavy. I am old and so tired.
Come back to me beloved, come back.”

Snow falls. Icy tears in a moaning wind.
Come back to us beloved, come back.

Author: potiapitchford

Autistic mother with autistic kids. Hearth Druid and Heathen

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