Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Whispers back my breath.

I was told I could trust the Snow
to keep my secrets hushed in its blanket warm.

But my path leaves rumors of where I have gone and come,
upon the canvas, unforgivingly white in welcome
whispering back my breath.

I was told I could trust the Snow
to keep my secrets hushed in its blanket warm.

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