rusted clear
wind athwart themselves,
mute,
whiten, like
wild white gray
remote
silver plumes
under stone-cast cluster'd
unhail'd
sunlight cloaks
of wind dazzling
early,
snowy darken'd
wound armour all
silken
four unlifted
shadow a gray.
one
IN IMAGINARY
3 years ago
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