Moonlight passes through the cracks
Drawing constellations in space,
Waltzing with fractured shadows,
I hold your piercing gaze.
You belong in galleries
A masterpiece of abstraction,
Painted still, every shade and stroke
Lost, beyond translation.
A mosaic of light and darkness
You are timeless, beautiful, rare,
That sweeping avalanche-
And all I can do is stare.
Hopelessly, together we are
But an optical illusion,
An intoxicating tempest
Wrapped in abandon.
Yet, even snowflakes tremble
Falling into the seven seas,
Sometimes, perishing mid-air,
In cyclic metamorphosis.
So even if frostbite burns our skin
Frozen or in flames, blanketed in snow,
With every breath, you ache, I ache-
But please, don't let us, let me go.
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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...
