Crystal Korzinsky Chambers Poems

This laid new for me.
A moment now gone.

Unblemished by any hand.
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Somewhere between the snow
that blankets fields
surrounding vacant sections
we were put;
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I witnessed a mockingbird one morning,
Warming his cockles in my window's sill,
And when I called his attention
He turned as to fly away,
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When do shades become midnight?

After noises settle and floods
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Oh, Moon! the
glass violet scenting
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'Resort to blindness', she said
The ink still black in her mouth.
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Clouds shade the fields of eternal sunshine;
Grains of skepticism fall from pillars bending -
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The gauntlet strikes a noble pose
striking the ground with great repose.
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Imagine my friend
I'd lost the will, to
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Mine is to see the mist
The fog bending light.
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