stopped
flowing
wobbling
- thinking,
passers-by feel cold
icy grass shivers
infected creek's
colorless veins
- the frost,
stopped
being.
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 12:07 PM UTC
stopped
flowing
wobbling
- thinking,
passers-by feel cold
icy grass shivers
infected creek's
colorless veins
- the frost,
stopped
being.
Trying minimalist form.
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