Helium  He, 2


A secret. No frost today

on my window, no tumbling stars

no forests of white, no birds

on the branch outside

no chance of one landing now

stealing the morning with their song

as I think about your hands

and how they make me feel

as beautiful as frost

as transparent as glass

as if I’ve swallowed

the sun.




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