
more in violet hues endure;
the profound nature of twilight.
sadness
with its many tones of blues, and black purples.
these colours dance on the inlet walls of the mind,
waiting to be bleached,
by the suns’ brighter shades.
snow.
fingerprints of ice that beckon to
awake a landscape covered in eerie silence.
whispers are footprint paths
in a snow-covered farm field.
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