Wednesday 27 August 2014

Icicles

Spires of ice 
Hang from my window 
Rainbows encased in frozen water 
Hanging, hanging 
Don't want to be under when it falls 
It may never fall 
Simply drip into oblivion 
When Spring time comes 

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