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Stillness Is A Song

The weight of shadows is so elegant.
The mood feels like a fall of velvet snow.
This stillness is a song that takes the breath.
Only the sound of wind's dark horn is left.

What is there to believe in now but white?
You close my hand upon a bit of lace.
Old friend, the memory is as long as frost.
We measure its intensity by loss.



Previously published,. 'Skylark', Purdue University, Calumet
 

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