Untitled Poem XX

Pollinated fractals seep into the night

Snowflakes to the Earth

White doppelgangers lift from crevice

And rise into the darkness

Air is moist and speaks in whispers

Cool winter dust marking the sky

Moulded from crescent hours

Shades of smiles alight in houses

Whistling gratitude to lovers

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