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Poetry By: moonphish

a shift in the drifts

Submitted:May 27, 2012    Reads: 76    Comments: 4    Likes: 4   

"let's make snow angels", lingam said

to yoni, his sweet lass
its apropos to dance in snow
that's blanketing the grass
we'll spread our wings and think of things
angelic to behold
the warmth that is bestowed on us
will guard us from the cold
no frostbite will be burning us
for we shall not lie still
we'll leave our marks so fresh and stark
in urgency, fulfilled
above us glows like silver rose
the moon as chaperone
and in its soft reflecting light
a halo, it has grown
although the snow still coats the ground
the weather feels so warm
so let us grace this time in space
to play between the storms
and rapture, dear, will soon appear
no demons are allowed
and when they view our angels
hosts in heaven will be proud


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