February Soul
Dusting of frost
light snow on the mind
stays my hand
from plunging headlong
into your February soul
posted by Iudex Yasha at 6:29 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.
Dusting of frost
light snow on the mind
stays my hand
from plunging headlong
into your February soul
posted by Iudex Yasha at 6:29 PM
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