Poem: S.A.D.

The old kings
Closed the passes
At the time of solstice.

Merchants and strangers
Could not go out.
The King would not travel.

Day by day, the sun returns
Like the return of understanding
After a period of madness.

In the midst of others,
You walk alone.
In the middle of the road,

In the middle of the night,
You tread the earth with no regrets
Because this is as good as it gets.
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