i am
winter’s daughter
eaten by cumbrous grey clouds
smeared across frozen sunsets
then surreptitiously spat out
with pinpoint precision
to negotiate spring’s ransom
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2 comments:
You sure do brevity well, missy.
Really liked:
smeared across frozen sunsets
then surreptitiously spat out
Sounds oh so good.
MT
all i can say is thank you
billy - if it wasn't for your
comments, i'd feel like i was
spitting into the wind... :)
-s
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