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Low
by Vikki Owenslow,
cold and fragile,
i feel like ice
glinting in
winter shine.
so precariously
balanced between
existence and non.
my reality
resting in the hands
of temperature
and faith.
in the realm
of atmospherics
and
emotion. 12/20/2009 Posted on 12/20/2009
Copyright © 2026 Vikki Owens
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/20/09 at 08:49 PM This seems to be one of the twelve months of the year that people get low. I don't sell happy pills but I'd give you a hug and let you talk. A short but poignant write. |
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