The old blanket is so hard to discard
dramas have unfolded in its folds
upheavals of winter's orogeny
trills of two birds in ecstatic thrill
to the rest in the ripened knowledge
*we have made a home
we have earned it.*
In the still of night
under the old blanket
the tales are relived
without a touch
a word..
The old blanket is so hard to discard.
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 5:00 AM UTC
The old blanket is so hard to discard
dramas have unfolded in its folds
upheavals of winter's orogeny
trills of two birds in ecstatic thrill
to the rest in the ripened knowledge
*we have made a home
we have earned it.*
In the still of night
under the old blanket
the tales are relived
without a touch
a word..
The old blanket is so hard to discard.
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