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Winter
It starts ever so slowly
the forbidding feeling of a slow descent into a cavern painted in the midnight moonlight.
Icy fingers clip along your throat coaxing out the warm air from lungs defying the still silent night around them.
The loudest silence comes in a rage of pure defiled white.
A lone spark simmers out from a long barren heart, the frost snakes up bare limbs twisting like fine jewelry along your arms, and upon your neck. Dragging you down into the biting white void, nipping away at the last sparks of a forgotten rise of an Autumn moon.
How is it that silence speaks the loudest truth among the darkest of hours, even if it may lie from time to time, the whispering shouts from the void sings it like a sweet little lullaby.
Powder softness of a bitter bed to lay upon, allowing the deadly snake to cocoon you in a slow steady snow fall. Neither may never once again rise from their winter rest, yet if you listen closely in the dead of night you may here the void sing back a silence louder in the soft rain of pure defiled white.
© SaraM
the forbidding feeling of a slow descent into a cavern painted in the midnight moonlight.
Icy fingers clip along your throat coaxing out the warm air from lungs defying the still silent night around them.
The loudest silence comes in a rage of pure defiled white.
A lone spark simmers out from a long barren heart, the frost snakes up bare limbs twisting like fine jewelry along your arms, and upon your neck. Dragging you down into the biting white void, nipping away at the last sparks of a forgotten rise of an Autumn moon.
How is it that silence speaks the loudest truth among the darkest of hours, even if it may lie from time to time, the whispering shouts from the void sings it like a sweet little lullaby.
Powder softness of a bitter bed to lay upon, allowing the deadly snake to cocoon you in a slow steady snow fall. Neither may never once again rise from their winter rest, yet if you listen closely in the dead of night you may here the void sing back a silence louder in the soft rain of pure defiled white.
© SaraM
