A blue child listens

to the whispers of withering winter

as indigo skies drip from a canvas of shattered hope

the child is born with empty eyes that cradle

the teardrops of an ancient nightmare

his features fading in the endless blue of a forest lost at sea

gnarled midnight branches and dusty stems of charcoal

sway in dreaming starlight and sleeping planets

ashen words tumble from a grey horizon

and fall onto his frozen face

silently splintering into soft snow


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