the end we are


the snow is falling
in love
with me

are the little blue neon shimmers
with cores made of white eider down
hanging in thin strings from their older ocean shadowed moon
letting them of her protection
playing in the streets of the sky
next to heavy gravitation traffic
pushing eager to reach ground
a destiny of harmony and entropy
like people towards a death made of silent stillness
far away from thoughts and the change of seasons

the end we are.




Poetry by C-F Haegring
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Written on 2012-02-16 at 12:04

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