rising as a cold wind blows.
Disembodied voices flowing.
Images in hues of glowing light.
The hiss and flashing flames of fire.
A sordid weeping, distantly enchanting.
Memories wavering, swept into wind.
Within a twist and whirl and spin.
The wall, the shelves, the floors were all laid bare.
As if they weren't ever really there.
The memories that used to seem to care.
A subtle touch. The loss of love.
Heat rising as a cold wind blows.
Drifting in a winsome flow.
Degenerating into wisps
of silence turning
in the mists of mind...
? Michaelette ?
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