touch the tips of frosted branches
my salt and heat melts the crystals
one of me, one of nature
the two liquids pool in my palm
let it go
my palm dries
the liquids sink into the ground
it's like nothing happened
so the cycle continues
and that's my comfort
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 11:01 AM UTC
touch the tips of frosted branches
my salt and heat melts the crystals
one of me, one of nature
the two liquids pool in my palm
let it go
my palm dries
the liquids sink into the ground
it's like nothing happened
so the cycle continues
and that's my comfort