slowly descends with the sound of
complacency
softly missing a cragged branch

left me underneath a broken
chair, I snivel as if
death held my hand
i feel carresed by the coldness
of a slow snow falling
it covers the world in a
white crusty cast of purity
only to be snarled and muddied

...beautiful

10/28/2002

Author's Note: revised

Posted on 12/28/2003
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