Brilliant. At first I thought - What??? but the last set gets you. Audrey
Avian songs sink heavy in snowy dunes, and sleep with gold, red, and bronze buried deep. The frostbit air pricks my pores, running in shivers through my spirit. Weathered trees make jagged hickory smoke and ash that fills the air with time. Here... I am the only color in a black and white photo collage of sharp edged shadows and light, and I am fading. |
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