Wait's lasting
Sun is cold
Soon comes snow
Rest's falling
Wind is told
To follow.
What as a next step ?
When will fall the rep ?
I see bold feathers.
I feel some breathers.
Remembrance of a former time - last year
Yearns wear the fall of old snow and rime - lights near
"Once Upon a December", main theme of movie Anastasia (1997)
So much room to be doomed - the better the winter
Seems hazy weather bloomed - whether gloom grows later.
This month still has embers to show skills - December
Vows things help children's dreams - to complete each timber.
Now, I see slow falls of snow down bellow - to follow.
Opening dreams beyond beams and steams - gives some gleams.
Spectating
I can't imagine dying like this, in a place like this; on a cold, dirty pavement with rush hour traffic screaming by and a crowd looking on while paramedics struggle to find space to move. Who could? Deep down we all think there should be a reason, a moment of clarity... or a family presence, at least. For this man, this boy, the rail thin woman lighting a cigarette in a faux fur jacket will have to do - she's been here since the start, her eyes tracking the movement of my shoulders as we fight to keep him on the right side of the line.
By S. A. Crawford6 days ago in Fiction
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