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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Wonderful piece!
Wow! That was good. Beautiful flow to it.
Do you know me..? That is touching, thanks
the picture took me in somehow
beautiful words as well 🙂
thanks to share
Thank you!