Himalayan mountains whisper
their almost zero degree
breeze,
the choral of crickets
sings their nightly
lullaby,
the rare blue blood moon
leaks its silent yet
shining beams,
under layers of thick fabric,
behind the speechless,
wooden door,
we set the frozen world
on fire.
—
03.13.2018
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In response to dVerse Quadrille #52 Let’s Fire it Up
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