window overlooking
. It encapsulates the year
in silent darkness. The moon wrapped
memory. It drives me in: Once
was glowing purple of time fulfilled.
sprouts on cold glass Silberfarn abound
Mature Whips and shrouded in the starlight.
aims woven with breathable air up grass
in glaring white frost. Sprout close together.
The windows meadow budding without sound
is still a memory of summer sound:
Looking beyond red poppies blooming in me -
rises from frost flowers warm word vocals.
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