Frosty Morn

The graying dawn
brought no light
to your heart

The frosty morn was
overwhelming in
its newness

How to move in
this languid life
towards the unmeasureable

To know it could be had
was the challenge
of knowing it was not

Holding on to the
breaking light
was more then you
could bear

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