A dead swan
2023-03-07T11:21:18-05:00The frail woman gently brought her arms through the air Moving an
The frail woman gently brought her arms through the air Moving an
We waltzed through the rain Perfectly in sync Perfectly in the moment
At first, The grief was as thick as the Nimbostratus clouds That
It’s so hot; my igloo’s melting I’m chopping trees, my neighbour's smelting
What beauty lies in rain of darkened day? If sorrow blooms in
‘Tis a gloomius day with racshack clouds The squawkety squacks are chattering