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Oct 2019
so many trickling drops
running down icicles,
sky matching the startling blue
i see in your eyes.

when the horizon
blends into the snow
and the trees slice through it
like lightning bolts,

snow will be warm in my touch
melting still,
on my bare fingertips
exposed to the elements.

i stumble through the dense woods,
leaving the clearing
to be shaded in and sheltered
by the forest’s river

dead silent.
i look around again,
just the icy expanse of startling blue
i see in your eyes.

you kiss me while we stand
waist deep in the river
and melt away downstream,
like the snow i thought... we thought

we weren’t
icy vibe
Written by
Ray Dunn  20/F/New York
(20/F/New York)   
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