BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.21, NAPOWRIMO

 

Snow is no different to sun;

it falls and we, in turn,

slip silent under its blanket

before it dissolves on skin 

still tingling from its touch.

I recall the heat we made

every morning I wake up 

and feel the caress 

of the cold.

All words and drawings by Damien B. Donnelly

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