Winterscore ©
Sunday, November 22, 2015
Shake the night until each
Shake the night until each
Star falls like a snowflake
Leaving the moon alone
All pockmarked and opaque
Old souls are never young
They've already been sieved
Sure, steadfast and weathered
A thousand winters lived
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