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An unfenced field of memories awoken , frozen pastel flowers color fast , though fading on borrowed time A one-way footpath disappears unencumbered between the snowdrifts leading across the winter stilled iced up creek bed , coursing a path of least resistance destiny unknown Changing tawny petals scatter like potpourri , fallen collateral in the aftermath a beautiful dream's passing light Pressed and dried memories buried under dog-eared   tear-stained pages black topiaries that grow in the dark Redemption unbid and unwelcome, earthen mineral rights surrendered unspent , Natural order decomposing reclamation , chilled to the marrow A scorned lover’s bated breathe bared ink unspoken, Unbidden laments eerily betokened in an unseen netherworld , undeniable ,  yet bashfully remarkable I see the frosty fogged breath that repents in choral dialect ,    speaking in known tongue , with the absolvable voice of a bitter cold wind wind is the wind .... December 20. 2016
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Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 7:56 PM UTC
Fallen Fences
An unfenced field of memories awoken , frozen pastel flowers color fast , though fading on borrowed time A one-way footpath disappears unencumbered between the snowdrifts leading across the winter stilled iced up creek bed , coursing a path of least resistance destiny unknown Changing tawny petals scatter like potpourri , fallen collateral in the aftermath a beautiful dream's passing light Pressed and dried memories buried under dog-eared   tear-stained pages black topiaries that grow in the dark Redemption unbid and unwelcome, earthen mineral rights surrendered unspent , Natural order decomposing reclamation , chilled to the marrow A scorned lover’s bated breathe bared ink unspoken, Unbidden laments eerily betokened in an unseen netherworld , undeniable ,  yet bashfully remarkable I see the frosty fogged breath that repents in choral dialect ,    speaking in known tongue , with the absolvable voice of a bitter cold wind wind is the wind .... December 20. 2016
Notes (optional) from the cracks and crevices of the incoming wintertide gripped mind
wildisthewind
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Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 7:56 PM UTC
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