Woke up, had tea,
transliterated a song
into footsteps on the freshly fallen snow.
Of some solitudes in your absence
and of homemaking kisses
I will sing for you yet
but for now, read me on the neige blanche
of the backyard
Just in time before the wind.
Selite:
First draft.
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