wrist shakes. points from the window
willow wisp cracked the frost
woke the forest as their dead arms
stretched frozen still for wanting apple blossoms
while exploring took care not to tread
harshly on the wind
they were it's guests after all
it's quest
one for all
it's gust that touches their blindside fall
spell cast within the cold it brings together now warm
between us became simply enough
your breath is beautiful
and neither eyes are open
but I had to take in that face
while the moon was peeking at us
buried there in perfection
becoming a root in the ground
twisting playfully is shy shadows
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