Katherine Belt

Overture of orphaned thoughts,
abandoned in forgotten snow.
An ode to innocence forever gone
as the sky wanes bridal white. 

Naked trees shiver in chilled wind

and shake of deepest sorrow

at the multitude of discarded dreams

lying, dead or dying, in the dust.

Footprints: one, two, three…

Gentle crushing of tainted ice.

Alone I walk this dismal forest—

eternal graveyard of fallen angels.

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