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“The Winter Miles The roads of solitude grow whiter, And stones beneath us paler, While the green fades completely — Ahead of us. Grey is the sombre tone we keep, While wandering along the street That becomes our destiny — With each step. Our knees fall into the snow; The trembling stops at last, Here our souls will find eternal rest — In silent grace. -Laura Chouette” — Laura Chouette
The Winter Miles
The roads of solitude grow whiter,
And stones beneath us paler,
While the green fades completely —
Ahead of us.
Grey is the sombre tone we keep,
While wandering along the street
That becomes our destiny —
With each step.
Our knees fall into the snow;
The trembling stops at last,
Here our souls will find eternal rest —
In silent grace.
-Laura Chouette