Wordsnow

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December 4, 2012 by anelim

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Sometimes the day is old
– and slow –
Like yesteryear’s snow.

Sometimes I walk towards
a thought,
But words cannot be caught.

Five worlds
run into me at once,
But I run out of words.

And then, the lights at home
Go boom:
I’m sentenced to the darkest room.

And just when colours also
Seem to go,
The night goes pink with snow.

Pink snow

Pink snow

 

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