Secret Ingredients
Ice
Icy daggers hang
Dripping in the winter sun
Waiting for the fall.
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Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
The night air’s cold hand
reaches down and pulls my breath
in shards from my chest.
I go to freeze on dark tides
I wake before three.
for another’s riches
Waves, softly lapping
Dappled light wanders.
Across the lush, verdant grass
Crimson clouds hang low.
The day’s embers glow softly,
burning down to dusk.
Icy daggers hang
Dripping in the winter sun
Waiting for the fall.
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