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Imbolc

Ghosts of your body dart about me as  
lambs bleeting,
the ceaseless alarm calling, expanding on a Northern breeze, chopped before meeting
the compassionate ear,  
thinning,  
thinning  
into strawberry dusk. †
And you extend  
as stretched, white plumes tumbling the sky with endless fascination,  
covering and exposing a blinding reality  
that you'll disperse †
leaving clearer skies. †
And sometimes you're the petals of a snowdrop  
loosely rocking on my flat, left palm, never the less I love you  
and your struck bones †
crumpled as cardboard  
yet healthier without me.
ImperfectedStone
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
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