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Tremblings

Sunshine scrawls across the sky
Braiding light within the gray
The wind...it quivers...
Tremblings felt deep within
The hollowed, aching
Catacombs of me.

Bleak expanse
Of ever drifting white
Lays silent, yet somehow
Still crying in my ears...
And the pearly blaze, it's blinding
Drawing all solace- all substance
From my soul.

I stumble through the crystal mounds
Kicking up frigid clouds of snow
And of desperate need...
But how can you rescue me
From this winter-whirlwind
When you don't even know I'm here?

And so I shiver, the cold
Breathing deep into me,
Leaving the darkest corners
Of my crumbling soul
Kissed with frost
And loneliness.

� Copyright Krista Knutson 2001

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