Metaphysics In Winter
Woman is a landscape
Soft and silent next to me;
Her hills and valleys,
Her forest and knoll.
Dawn stirs.
Time will
Fashion dark into gold,
Along a silent thread transmit
Its chemical metamorphosis.
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