Winter
one sky generosity,
difficult at times,
seals the edge of riverbank
borders falling into long horizons
diffused, the snow as fabric
frozen fractals
perfect shadows, each unfolding,
her cotton lines that continually sink
and rise by quantum conditions
the hundred thousand
a million
more
reasons dense,
loose, entrenched
within the heart
the soft geometry
surrounding
unhurried by nobility
unconcerned with beauty
her gift of gentle hypocrisy
of an apparently ignorant grandeur.
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