Adagio
White rain
Falling
Like grains of rice
Feather-like
And frozen
Innocent, born in a breath
Bare, the new will replace the death
Weightless
Thoughtless
Senseless
Cold
Clean
Nothing here grown
Nothing in between
Only Adagio
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Copyright © Michelle Rensburg | Year Posted 2018
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