chilly winds incise frozen like an icicleI sit, sedated.dark clouds hover like eaglescold snowstorms pierce through my heart *** each morning ambleswearing wintery blanketyearning for some lightbare branches share the secretsI try to bury within *** a colorless lifeA garland of icicles --juxtapositionA beauty that hits deeperdesolation sores © Balroop Singh Thanks to Colleen for the […]
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