The Fruits Of My Winter

mandarins, oranges and me
three entities merging into the winter
our skins peeled by the same blizzard
our skins shivering under the same heavy sky
bloodied and kind of milky, low winter sky
mandarins, oranges and me
sweet tears expanding into the snowflakes
flavors of white bliss on children cheeks
death emerges into rebirth
orbiting endlessly the blizzard’s spiral
spilling life in crisp crystals

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