Mar 2016
snow was brittle, i found
fresh white paper
crinkling under
snow was fragile, i learned
like shredded glass
but softer
like all my edges
as they really are
not how
i see them
fresh white paper
crinkling under
snow was fragile, i learned
like shredded glass
but softer
like all my edges
as they really are
not how
i see them
I write more poetry on a blog called La Vie en Rouge - (les-etoiles-tombent.tumblr.com)
