These sashays in the wind,
a perpetual dance of mosaic wonder,
colored gems wrapped in strings
and left hanging to solidify
our bodies in ice,
our life in time.
But the frigidity leaves us
pleading wishes to stay,
these dancing ornaments are
taken down as snow melts and clears,
bringing a recycled rain that
mimics the end of an old memory.
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Little Nothings
Poetry***STUNNING COVER by @Repulsify, as commissioned through @InkCommunity 's Artlink Station!*** Things speak to us in different ways. For some, it's a small voice in our minds. For others, it's the things around us, weaving words into succession for s...
