Blue drifts
growing outside the window,
castles pure and ancient
holding memory like a song

Sparkling seasons simmer inside me,
stories unfurl with my breath,
fogging the glass

I stand on the other side of cold
and for a moment,
my eyes see my eyes seeing-
my reflection in frost

I am time,
held in spilling light
over snow

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