Tense laptop, delight lunch table,
they swings from time capsules.
Of the depths, in the quiet, in the white of the winterland
When nothing made a sound,
Nothing!
Not a mouse, nor an Elk
Not a deer, or a fox, or an owl
But a froster painting
Squeezed into my childhoods window.
Dec 2, 2021
Dec 2, 2021 at 7:11 AM UTC
Tense laptop, delight lunch table,
they swings from time capsules.
Of the depths, in the quiet, in the white of the winterland
When nothing made a sound,
Nothing!
Not a mouse, nor an Elk
Not a deer, or a fox, or an owl
But a froster painting
Squeezed into my childhoods window.
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