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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "Snowflakes Melting before the Diadem" Winter is coming and what then? the dreams frozen snowflakes falling we succomb tongues out waiting for manna, pills swallowed for the diadem needles of pine instead of thorns bedded, the sweet sleep is coming, slowly it cajoles swiftly it comes the folded corners sheets tucked in the safety barrs raised, just so, the corridors their watching starched stations 14 in all, busy with purpose soft shoe assassins monitoring our nights, our energy pulses, just like veiled brides more like blue nuns we sing the song of souls like a poet overcome like a poet finding new love bare feet we rise from our shells to speak to our strange astral God we are now zephyr contained as one some of us take our time falling we are snowflakes melting in the Sun melting on the lips and brows of others we are ghosts holy and unholy felt and spoken some of us take our time falling we sink into the lips, and tongues, the brows and skin of others we are snowflakes melting in the Sun (LadyLabyrinth / 2023) via lucis “It is a song composed by contemplation, And published by silence, And shunned by clamor, And folded by truth, And repeated by dreams, And understood by love, And hidden by awakening, And sung by the soul. It is the song of love; What Cain or Esau could sing it?” pine. noun. pine. verb. stations.
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