The Inkwell

from inkdrop – poetry, places and events

like fine sugar

they formed together

in the cold January air

landing softly on all outside surfaces

and like synchronised swimmers

they moved to and fro, and back and forth

creating their patterns, instead of the snow

shining like diamonds on roofs gutters and cars

twinkling in the midnight dark

like the brightest of stars

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