Posted on May 25, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
There is a temporal space A frozen lake, where words From heated thoughts spill, Into symbols upon ice Slip, fall, even from sure palms The stilled linear water Layered out into oval Fed by streams and sources Have been slowed By brave…
Category: PoetryTags: Author, Editing, Nature, Poem, Poetry, Revision, Time, Winter, Words, Writing
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