from winter’s window




A window holds its breath
as the day thins to a pale wash.
Someone walks past,
coat brushing the air

a thought in tentative sway

seeking its angle
in a brief drift of cold
that sharpens a thought
just enough to hold.







Poetry by anonface
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Written on 2025-12-16 at 13:35

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