| A Drop of White |
A Drop of White
And when she breathes,
her breath hangs
in the air; like mist,
pale and silvery,
and barely there
yet eternal;
fades
(like time)
Lilies all around her,
beautiful and mourning,
in sync; a melody,
violins, perhaps?
or the sounds of axes?
chilling and sudden
and cold
like snow;
burn
(like memories)
A breeze
A woodpecker
A cloud
A leaf
A peanut
A swish;
she is happy, warm.
(like winter) |
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