Two light, short, fun bits
5
A snow covered mountain
Is like a black and white sketch -
All the edges,
All the shading,
All the unnoticed until then wrinkles of skin,
Drawn in powder white
- So detailed that it could almost come to life
That other thing, without a title
Sometimes summer, sometimes spring
Let forth from out the heavens ring
Crash of thunder, crash of light
Let fear and wonder fill the night
Nourish the bushes, strike the trees
Let tremble each and every knee
And then it softens and then it's gone
Until again we raise our song
don't @ me
9 years ago
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