The Weather
The drop spreads, freezing
Cleaning mist falls from grey skies
I see memories
In silence we go
Water lilies lie around
Through the field of stars
I'm anew my breath,
frozen white by icy air.
You were golden sun
Copyright © Grace Williams | Year Posted 2011
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