Soft
The world in white silence clad
`Til…
Scrape
The shovel rips white cotton world.
Then crow
Or seagull
Breaks the sound suspense
In a sense offensive
Innocence offended.
Soft
The contours of sweet slumber girl
Still warmth…
To countenance the rise and fall
Beside myself
In welcome duvet wrapped….
Soft.
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