as sudden as sunset
the sadness descends
with old blood weight
on the pristine of snow
she shifts inside, sighs
finger draws the frosted panes
sudden as sunset
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I know this. Sinking without warning is ever a possibility. And yet the creative out pourings that often result…
When we do not embrace our melancholy, we risk muting our muses.
This is true!
and still beneath the glass
a pulse remembers warmth
breath fogs the cold for a moment
a small defiance
what settles does not stay forever
even frost learns the shape of handsBeautiful. Thanks Jenn. 💕
My pleasure, always 💕
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