pools of murky water puddle
ice forms at your ankles
crystalizing intentions that you never saw
weeds float,
frozen
rain pours down in gales,
biting at upturned faces
welcoming the breeze
we haven't felt in so long
snowflakes lands gently
on the tip of your tongue
light kisses you've
never had in real life
Sunday, September 09, 2007
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