1.14.12
Sun glints across
convergence of snow and rain,
ice coating head stones,
creating brilliant pools
of light. “I will wake the dead
with my walking,” she said.
Crust skitters across smooth
dips, traveling from her feet.
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1.14.12
Sun glints across
convergence of snow and rain,
ice coating head stones,
creating brilliant pools
of light. “I will wake the dead
with my walking,” she said.
Crust skitters across smooth
dips, traveling from her feet.