March
Bright light shatters
A blanket of snow flakes
Icebergs of Antarctic land
Slowly draw an illegible word
On the surface of my crystal home
Cold
Numb
And blunt
Without explanation
In this cadaverous March
Spins a sapphire seahorse
Blowing colourful triangles
To an unrecognizable soul
Written by JerSki BjorkSen, March 2, 2007
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