losing count—
her world too big
for words
sunrise snow melt—
an odor the wind can’t
escape
ice cream melts down the cone—
a bright star
light years away
in the roar
Niagara Falls—
more than water makes it over
losing count—
her world too big
for words
sunrise snow melt—
an odor the wind can’t
escape
ice cream melts down the cone—
a bright star
light years away
in the roar
Niagara Falls—
more than water makes it over
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