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wintersleep


[today]Nov 21st, 2008 11:39:58 pm - Subscribe

don't know
why words like
snowflakes fall

no reason but
to speak of
the coming tide

subtle beauty
night calling
I desire only

words like
sunlight piercing
to warm me

bitter season
winter winds
now rending

words from
me like boughs
from treetops

to scatter on
frozen earth
like snowflakes

freeze still the
cheerful spring
of poetry

my white forest
empty, silent,
brittle, waits

no warmth
in words
to thaw us

don't know
why words like
snowflakes drift

unable to tempt
summer back
to this place.

[I am]sleepy.

[your thoughts]1

anonymous

November 25th, 2008

thx for the comment. nice writing

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