Winter Mo(u)rn

by Unrequited   Mar 26, 2010


My mistletoe has wilted
yellowbrown touch dis-
intigrate all seasons to
powder

by touch
you hurt eyes,

haunt lips
and in never we hold
each others hearts,
so close

today begins the funeral.

ASHESSS...

this moment, xmas
is over.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Krysten

    Interesting. Beautiful. Different. But i liked it. Not sure what else to say. 5/5

  • 11 years ago

    by Krysten

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