Of ❄️
A whistling wind through windows of ice
Blue fractured patterns of light on fields of snow
Gray matted canvas of awkward twigs and clay
Cold ominous morning paper screens & dirty glass
Figurines containing impossible rivers of memory
Where once was wherewithal, withdrawn
Everything full of there was, now gone
With nothing more to know, to suffice
( of suffering )
Blue fractured patterns of light on fields of snow ❄️
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2023-11-27 at 16:41
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