Honey-flavored icicles
In a wintry, wind-blown stand
Whispers wander
Waiting longer
A wrinkle in my hand, I can't
Imagine rays of ultraviolet
Infrared
I see
Long lost, bones tossed
But blue shines light at sea
She smiles, crows are flying
They're landing at her feet
A carrion
She carries on
Until her final seat
It's nice
The light, the red is bright
Emitting blue and green
Life is this, all that is
Much deeper than it seems
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC
Honey-flavored icicles
In a wintry, wind-blown stand
Whispers wander
Waiting longer
A wrinkle in my hand, I can't
Imagine rays of ultraviolet
Infrared
I see
Long lost, bones tossed
But blue shines light at sea
She smiles, crows are flying
They're landing at her feet
A carrion
She carries on
Until her final seat
It's nice
The light, the red is bright
Emitting blue and green
Life is this, all that is
Much deeper than it seems
