Critical, creative and digital writingEcriture critique, créative et numérique

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10 2016  

Winter's Come

The cold. The wind. The streets of Geneva are whispering: Winter's come and you're within. The dark. The still. The trees of Geneva are whispering: Light's long gone and you with it. The plain. The bleak. The Genevans are whispering: What's the word for saying it?
Winter's come and we're all filled with hopeless strain and dreadful tears.