words written in white
a language of a tongue
forgotten in the frigid
conclusion of the fall
words written on panes
of momentary glass
from a pen unseen
an author abhorred, mostly
spectral icy ink
tattoos the frosted flesh
echoes of the perished
that will linger still
after winds tear from
the trees their leaves
the sky sheds its own
in lace it buries
glazed in white words
promise of winter worlds
that torments dreams in
the conclusion of the fall
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