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发帖数: 547 | 1 I've known mornings
white as diamonds
silent from a night so cold
such a stillness
calm as the owl glides
our lives are buried in snow
I was sifting through the piles
in my hand a tangled thread
each patient tug upon the snarl
is a glimpse of what has been
burdened bands gain strong hands
gaping holes where diamonds should be
must have been morning that stole them
a glint of white in the pocket of winter
and some hearts are ghosts settling down in dark waters
just as silt grows heavy and drowns |
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