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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

Snow Singing, Snow Falling

How do you do this?
Giving your beauty away.
Everything beautiful
because of you!
And not a sound.
You soften the words
of my poem.
Fill its hands with echoes.
The song
inside a woman’s voice.

I lived in snow that never stayed.
That fell through me like a fog.
That taunted with its luster.
Like the body of a woman
full of dreams.
An affair with darkness
always dressed in white.
But how do you describe
such a face?
Breaking your heart
and filling you with life.

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