Whispers hard on pitter-pat windows
Dead gardens
Slow deer crossings;
trampled berries.
Red.
Downtrodden, light-hearted white crystals flourish on windows
Ravish tight winding scarves, capes, cloaks,
Darkness and moonlight make bright, silver day -
Twisting
Dancing
Unique (and Purifying)
Hot fire on warm tongues: burning touch through children's gloves.
I raise my hands to the sky:
The God of Abraham hears me.
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