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THE CLOISTER OF THE FALLING SNOW, by            
First Line: I am alone in the cloister of the falling snow
Last Line: I am alone in the cloister of the falling snow.
Subject(s): Solitude; Loneliness


I am alone in the cloister of the falling snow.

The walls that encompass me are miles in thickness, and though the roof touches

my head, it reaches to the clouds.

I am shut in from cities and from towns, from houses and from temples. I am
separated from every living thing, from bird and animal and human kind. The sun

and the moon and stars I can not see.

There is no door nor window and no opening to the sky. The walls scarce give me

space to stand; they press softly against my body. The beams of the roof rest
upon my head, and when I bow in prayer they descend upon me.

I am alone in the cloister of the falling snow.





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