March Snow
Frozen snow falls diagonally,
an off the shoulder gown
whiter then my winter skin
brighter than the sky.
The back balcony sets sail,
a ship’s prow jutting out
over a swirl of deep-sea nothing,
bad weather to make decisions in.
. . . . .
an off the shoulder gown
whiter then my winter skin
brighter than the sky.
The back balcony sets sail,
a ship’s prow jutting out
over a swirl of deep-sea nothing,
bad weather to make decisions in.
. . . . .
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