Residue frost

by EpithetPoet   Jan 2, 2005


White snow
Blue skies
Red blood
Grey eyes

Cold nights
Warm days
Starry skies
Bright rays

Bustling crowd
Dead heart
All ignorant
None smart

Time gone
Nothing lost
Red Frozen
Residue frost

Torn stockings
Prada shoes
Thought to win
Known to lose

Frost gone
Red erased
Seasons bear
Stories faced

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