Form or notion Poem by Roland Jooris

Form or notion



Form or notion

I hear a key
Coldness barks

Is there warmth left
from snowing
on the bias

Paper mumbles
as if scrunching up
its content

In the muddled room
her face
unwhispers

Darkness strides till
it is too late

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