the great sheet of silence
in December’s empty meadow—
I fold and crease it
into a white paper crane—
all evening it flutters beneath my thoughts
December 28, 2016 by Rosemerry
the great sheet of silence
in December’s empty meadow—
I fold and crease it
into a white paper crane—
all evening it flutters beneath my thoughts
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