The Search — a poem
Nov 1 · 1 min read
Folded in the doorway
Of your heart
You count colours in the dark
Red for passion, blue for cold
Green is envy
Yellow your gold
A history of the mind’s ascent
Snow heavy with
Each season’s bent
Folded in the doorway
Of your heart
You count colours in the dark
Red for passion, blue for cold
Green is envy
Yellow your gold
A history of the mind’s ascent
Snow heavy with
Each season’s bent

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