Staring at the stars

with the whole universe outside

You are stronger than the moment

a searcher

in the dead of night

You give meaning to footsteps

on frozen ground

Where blades of grass

crack

crying out

to your wandering.

Blood is bought

when men claw

for enviable things

but these battles are invisible

to the wanderer

who knows his blood

and trusts his fight

walking

and searching

for special confidence

on a cold night.

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