Snowflowers
Dreaming of snowflowers
Fragile fields of pale china fragments
Stopwatch slow motion explosion in silence
Sleeping the meadows are weeping a name
Kept quietly in a book of light
Escaping the violence of eyes
While humming ancient lullabies
Fever burning hours
Dreaming of snowflowers
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2024-10-29 at 23:18
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