winter white
moth
paper wings beating
against the
too
thin air
struggling to find hold in
winter
white sky
searching for a vestige of life
frost
bitten grass
but something more
immediate catches
my eye
and you, half alive
vanish in-
to
thin air
winter white moth paper wings beating against the too thin air struggling to find hold in winter white sky searching for a vestige of life frost bitten grass but something more immediate catches my eye and you, half alive vanish in- to thin air |
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