Sunday, January 27, 2013

Snowfall

by G. Jack Urso

 

flaked cold bits of absence

no two alike

melting into tears

when on my skin they alight

 

 
 blades of warmth

set with the sun

whose rays have fade

into colors and run

 

when passion has froze

gathered into fears

its nature transposed

frozen into tears

you think i would know

i've questioned the years

and seen the white snow
 
 
 

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