A circle of three - Gedichtenwedstrijd opdr. 3

A circle of three, holding hands
The unbroken, on the land.
In the snow, nobody knows.
What they are thinking
Where they will go.

A circle of three, holding hands.
They’re not moving, they just stand.
They watch each other, not making a sound.
Standing in silence, on the frozen ground.

A secret they keep
Wonderful and deep.
Taking it everywhere, even in their sleep.
And now I wonder, what it would be.
They are a mystery,
In a circle of three.

~ Clouded ~

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