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The snow, Whirls, Spins, And turns; Shapes in the air. A floating, flowing, fluidity; Such substance in something So diaphanous. A performance, Just as magical as The starlings They had watched At dusk By the pier. Swooping And gliding The birds Danced in the darkening sky. That erratic black cloud; Morphing, flowing, conjuring... Forming new dimensions While the glowing sun Balances precariously, Poised on the edge of the world And then Sinks, Into the sea, Leaving pink Goodbye kisses On the clouds. Now, Two figures are Stood by the window, Looking out and Watching The crystal dust drift Within the flow of the wind. A giant ghost's display of ballet; Spinning, twisting, turning... Leaning on each other In silence, In the darkness, The skies' cold ashes Sparkle In the night, Under the rays of the artificial Street light Outside. Soon the train will leave the station, Get further and further away... Settling in the west for longer than a day. Swallowed by the horizon. Physics in the way. She will freeze her face And wave, Borrowing a stoic's smile, Safely held together, Until within the veil Of the warm taxi home, Her eyes Melt.
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Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 9:07 AM UTC
Drifters
The snow, Whirls, Spins, And turns; Shapes in the air. A floating, flowing, fluidity; Such substance in something So diaphanous. A performance, Just as magical as The starlings They had watched At dusk By the pier. Swooping And gliding The birds Danced in the darkening sky. That erratic black cloud; Morphing, flowing, conjuring... Forming new dimensions While the glowing sun Balances precariously, Poised on the edge of the world And then Sinks, Into the sea, Leaving pink Goodbye kisses On the clouds. Now, Two figures are Stood by the window, Looking out and Watching The crystal dust drift Within the flow of the wind. A giant ghost's display of ballet; Spinning, twisting, turning... Leaning on each other In silence, In the darkness, The skies' cold ashes Sparkle In the night, Under the rays of the artificial Street light Outside. Soon the train will leave the station, Get further and further away... Settling in the west for longer than a day. Swallowed by the horizon. Physics in the way. She will freeze her face And wave, Borrowing a stoic's smile, Safely held together, Until within the veil Of the warm taxi home, Her eyes Melt.
Started early 2013 - mid 2014 ish
#love#goodbyes#starlings#snow#cloud#murmuration#dancing#shapes#winter#pier
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victoria-rachael-nash
25/F/The Moon
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 9:07 AM UTC
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