Gray, pale, colorless
Bleeding hues characterless
Yet they bring Christmas
Bright cushion of snow
Like egret feathers resting
Quieting the world
The whiteness eludes
Beige and pale syrup reside
Yet on the wind, spruce
About the Bard
- The Teenage Quixotic
- I am strange, I am interested, I am oblivious, I am loving, I am dedicated, I am complaining, I am living
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