Our dimming irises locked once
Mirroring snowflakes,
Gently falling
Frozen in gaze
As lips
Melt.
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Winter Tales
PoetryWinter Daylight warmth is nowhere The sun, in mourning, But the snow is beautiful. A spectacle rapt in monochrome: Subduing the growing darkness Descending into stillness, Closing the days to nights; Icy stars punctuating the skies- Gentle and ser...
Last Kiss
Our dimming irises locked once
Mirroring snowflakes,
Gently falling
Frozen in gaze
As lips
Melt.