Hushed
Hushed
is the snow,
the first morning
of another day,
her footsteps still
following
the stars,
the dawn
has lifted
away,
for the silence
fills the emptiness,
the hidden blue
of her eyes,
tears in droplets
of ice,
frozen ‘til April,
in the awakening
sunrise.
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