If snowflakes 'd come to cover them!

the rustling of leaves inside me sounds good put into words   but when my soul can't speak any longer the rustling of leaves inside me is heavier bluer and brighter than my closed eyes facing the storm

if snowflakes'd come to cover them!

the rustling of leaves inside me
sounds good put
into words


but when my soul
can't speak any longer
the rustling of leaves inside me
is heavier
bluer
and brighter
than my closed eyes
facing the storm

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