Wind's Whisper
through
My ear bitten by
The cold stings of silence sit
Deep in melancholy
My soul pantomimes
To the awkward emptiness
Inside and out
A gust of wind breathes
The fragrance of a voice
Carried on a ballerina's pirouettes
And an ice-faery's triple-lutzes
Dizzy the message
Chilled and shimmering
Down a mountain's spine
Across an ice-fogged mirror
Tantalized by over-seeing eyes
Still bright with curiosity
My ear bitten by
The cold stings of silence sit
Deep in melancholy
My soul pantomimes
To the awkward emptiness
Inside and out
A gust of wind breathes
The fragrance of a voice
Carried on a ballerina's pirouettes
And an ice-faery's triple-lutzes
Dizzy the message
Chilled and shimmering
Down a mountain's spine
Across an ice-fogged mirror
Tantalized by over-seeing eyes
Still bright with curiosity
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