Whisper, Whisper, Wearily

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Surreally pleasant after glow,
Charms of winter’s
Falling snow
In lingering footless paths
And designated aftermaths
Full calypso
Tranquil night
I breathe a subdued
Deathly plight
My lips parted,
Passionately, beneath
Blankets departedly
O slip down sideways
For fear of me
I whisper
Whisper
wearily

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photograph by Daniel Zedda

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