There are a cloud full of metaphors
I could torrent you with
but winter winds will whip through
the streets soon, clip sleeves, make oars
out of trees, tease earth with wet kisses,
seize the blue with a fistful of grey then
the thunder will settle to a meow
and you will forget me
like a stowaway leaf on the wings of frost


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