flickering flurries
‘neath burnishing beams
of molten moonlight’s
own gleaming iced dreams
in glistening glimpses
on winter whipped walk
stung lips cite the script
yet besotted eyes talk
under chunky knit pom-poms
cheeks peach’ily pink
over lingering indigo
brassy stars wink
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 11:20 AM UTC
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