smooth shine of snow
smooth poem
the sun stretches out its rays to touch a smooth surface
a piece of peace in the middle of nowhere
where no bird sings in no man’s land
the heavy head of heaven lies
on the glorious grandiose ground
let the sleeping dogs lie soundly under the velvety blanket
sprinkled with glittery gold and ashen abandonment
delusions of grandeur in all their splendour
anyone who strays here will be swept away alive
since the dawn of time there have been stories to tell
about a house on ropes and ghosts seen near the fishing village
the footsteps startled and muffled for years
there was never time for sentiment
in one moment of the storm everything turned on its head
there is no house anymore
just an ecstatic and sublime expression of ulterior joy
suspended on ropes like kites
soaring through the sky like lost wintry birds
asking for forgiveness for erstwhile obliterated trails
worthwhile only as far as they have been tested
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Mescaline Brisset
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