Pale Fragility
By razorlicious
crystallized icy roads, car windows fogged shimmer of frosted green powdered trees no longer sing peacefully a soft cloak– mother of pearl leafless, wind-tattered they stand crevices packed with white the air that nips flushed cheeks frozen tips of flesh nature is pale fragile breath dressed in smoke against the faded sunlight the world looks blurred naked simple. Written October 12th, 2001 © on Jan 12 2002 02:39 PM PST 0 • 10
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