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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 Email the Author |