In the sweater of the winter ferns,
Cozy and sleek.
Warming all my inner self
How long did i sleep?
The skin is colder till the bones,
Dead are the Autumn seeds
The long awaited west wind froze,
Shallow abandoned creek.
On the carpet of this winter belt ,
How long did i sleep?
Of the smile of radiant maiden,
That once made my sunshine dance green,
The leaves that life out of the ground,
Till the life abandoned trees.
That summer of the heaven if dreamt ,
Sleeping in those dying ember,
how long did i dream?
- utk
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 1:45 PM UTC
In the sweater of the winter ferns,
Cozy and sleek.
Warming all my inner self
How long did i sleep?
The skin is colder till the bones,
Dead are the Autumn seeds
The long awaited west wind froze,
Shallow abandoned creek.
On the carpet of this winter belt ,
How long did i sleep?
Of the smile of radiant maiden,
That once made my sunshine dance green,
The leaves that life out of the ground,
Till the life abandoned trees.
That summer of the heaven if dreamt ,
Sleeping in those dying ember,
how long did i dream?
- utk
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