pale yellow walls
scattered with a
collection of memories
violet blue sky
trees and mist
moonlight. my heart
stayed there and
I find myself
searching for breath.
it all began
with the first
glimmer of snow
like moths under
the streetlights. but
spring always arrives
sunlight falling through
the clouds like
silk scarves. now
there is little
else to give
or I would.
so we dance
and what dances
blooms again tomorrow.
(c) 2020 by Hannah Six
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