Picture of twisted tree. Wordshard

I walked the world and tried to talk to God...
I shouted at the sky!
My words fell cold and shattered
Like shards of ice on crusted snow.
Echoes, empty,
Stopped the chatter... Standing still...
...And in the silence...

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