Downed severity and cloaked daybreaks
on my way to meet serendipity
on a cold and flawless winter day.
Burning all bold forevers
beneath my own cold private skies
I cried for all the children.
Bushes etched in winter nudity
exuded flittering clouds
of warm, feathery sparrow souls.
Tears of irrevocability
iced the frozen sea
and the mighty mackerel hummed.
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