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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