She had shown to me,
Aurora
Aurora sweet alighted
the excited verdant ions
a scar of atmosphere
the mantle undivided
to give as sacrifice
to give life to snow
Ye not tempt me with it
Burden of beauty
of foggy things in my dreams
at fancy ballroom mirages
Indifference,
to be found in the refrigerated drink section
outside the air is cold and cools oil on gravel
while across town the burning embers of a home
melt the snow into rivers
The fog of dew on the leaves
drunk, speak the lips of the slain
to look up into the blue
and find solace in the rains.
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 1:15 PM UTC
She had shown to me,
Aurora
Aurora sweet alighted
the excited verdant ions
a scar of atmosphere
the mantle undivided
to give as sacrifice
to give life to snow
Ye not tempt me with it
Burden of beauty
of foggy things in my dreams
at fancy ballroom mirages
Indifference,
to be found in the refrigerated drink section
outside the air is cold and cools oil on gravel
while across town the burning embers of a home
melt the snow into rivers
The fog of dew on the leaves
drunk, speak the lips of the slain
to look up into the blue
and find solace in the rains.
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