You are a goddess
Lurking in the cold wind
after dark
And in trees that are waving
in a show of companionship
Keeping a watch
over your subjects
that find solace
in the quite rustle
of absence
and giving them excuses
to weep unto themselves
with nobility.
So they can
carry the boulder
to the top of the hill
once again.
You are as much a god
as any of the big ones.
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