Snow falls before Spring.
Ice laughs amidst freezing air:
the sky’s confetti.
Or torn love letters,
once smuggled under pillow.
Now bitter on tongue.
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 6:38 AM UTC
Snow falls before Spring.
Ice laughs amidst freezing air:
the sky’s confetti.
Or torn love letters,
once smuggled under pillow.
Now bitter on tongue.
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