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Winter Song
To open a window in December is to hear the winter sing. The sky sends down its frosted bells to coat the cooling ground, and I watch in fern-green envy as it gently drifts to sleep. The world is a candied heartbeat,
swelling with holiday spirit at the rise of every note.
Trains
Time is an engine entangled with life that masterfully pulls all the strings. It marches through past and future alike and binds up the stars with its rings.
Raindrop Eyes
The road glosses over as if of glass, which shivers when the raindrops pass, making red and green dance from traffic lights in stance, hypnotic, on the river-road ahead. Through the world, a gentle gray has bled.
Billows
My rushing sigh flows in and out like the ocean surf that writes in the dark on reams of slimy kelp with the ancient ink of primeval octopi.
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