Icicles
inter-lace
branches
weaving
mysterious
patterns
isolated
in winters
clutch
trees stand
barren
stark naked
trembling
bodies hover
together
searching
for an
escape
December's
fury lashes
out.
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winter winter winter winter winter winter winter winter winter winter
winter winter winter winter winter winter winter winter winter winter
winter winter winter winter winter winter winter winter winter winter
winter winter winter winter winter winter winter winter winter winter
winter winter winter winter winter winter winter winter winter winter
winter winter winter winter winter winter winter winter winter winter
winter winter winter winter winter winter winter winter winter winter
This is a fine poem succinct in structure, empathy and solid imagery. I invite you to read my poem of similar form - Promises.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This reminds me of when I was a paper girl. I saw all these things. Thanks for the memory.