Bronze Ice

October 2, 2019

Why is the white snow brown and black mixed beneath your toes into mud?

Did you miss the path to walk?

Without creating a mess?

Did you tear your wedding dress?

*Why is the sand no longer holding my hand ?

instead, it cries into the sea, floating away from me.*

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