A collection, mostly of poetry, occasionally of story snippets and ideas, put out into the world to garner an audience, interest and creative critiques
Monday, October 21, 2013
Motes
Little motes of ice
Hang in a stray sunbeam
Lost in a pause
That stands for all eternity
Hanging there
Held up by golden light
Never to thaw
Never to melt
Just to hover there before the window
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