Follow the movements
Of dwarf pine
Who lay down with the snow
Hibernate 'till warmth of spring
The sun will let you know
Not so different
Us from them
A fire all it takes
A trick with flame mid-winter
A fitful dreamer makes
Let the frostbite take its toll
Sadness moan her tune
Amputate your digits now
Within the light of moon.
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Author:
Quemis (
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Cool poem Q. Love the title
Cryptic but fascinating. Lovely and intelligent use of imagery.
Thanks everyone!
Can't say too much about it myself...
Wrote it blind drunk last night.
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