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Till a snowflake falls,
Softly broken on your eyes,
...
Dark clouds -
Bruised from the inside.
The sky hurts me,
...
***
You are well familiar
With the language of snakes –
...
In the river I stand
And drink moonlight in my palm
From the frozen bed I pull out a rock -
And cast it high towards the stars.
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The fingernails of the dark –
The rain isn’t going to fall.
...
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The snow is falling onto the ice
In its quest for gold
...
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We lay our mouths to the ground.
Perhaps in the roots beneath
...
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Fingers listen to a song
Of your hands.
...