Look For It
Look for the smooth snow
before
the plow cuts through.
look for the glassy lake
before
the boat slices the surface.
look for the open sky
before
the plane shoots across the blue.
posted by Iudex Yasha at 9:15 PM
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
Look for the smooth snow
before
the plow cuts through.
look for the glassy lake
before
the boat slices the surface.
look for the open sky
before
the plane shoots across the blue.
posted by Iudex Yasha at 9:15 PM
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