PixelateA Poem by C Peril
White as ghost, white as rose
Snow drifts softly, softly Exhale, and your vapor comes to me If we found respite near the glowing furnace, would we only melt the moment which was the Jubilant Shiver of your fingers cross my cheek In ice, in Baptism, a wealth of an unspeakable kind ~which shall never dim~ as the white stars, white as you, do not dim The crystal hope as you pixelate and softly, softly become memory © 2023 C Peril |
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Added on November 2, 2023 Last Updated on November 2, 2023 AuthorC PerilGY, Humberside, United KingdomAboutCreeping quietly towards 30 years of age. Based in Nowheresville, England. Writer (if we're being liberal with the term). Reader. Hoper. Believer. Lover of music and LFC. more..Writing
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