our hot winter lips
touch, warm our ice crystal breath.
snow melts on your skin.
as dawn draws first breath
the darkness whithers and dies
in the beginning
12.06.18 | Categories: poetry | Tags: darkness, dawn, haiku, ice, light, snow, winter | 8 Comments
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