The River

It smells like snow tonight
The air splits open your lungs
Every breath, a pale sprite
Whispers in unknown tongues

Lets in the feelings with the air
Down in the depths
You remember something fair
In all the cold breaths

You took by the river
Another river, somewhere else
While the fog rose in a sliver
Caressing the bridge’s pale dress

And the fragrant snow
Hung somewhere in the air
Above the river’s flow
Unfallen, unspoken, fair

© 2017 Erna G. – All Rights Reserved

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