LIFE ON PAPER

In the old days of years’ prime,
I was born a shadow
with the color of summer wind—
Breathing in the air you exhaled.

Warmed thoughts through the cold:
Caffeine in an ice cream,
Forever chilled for tomorrow.
Sweetened scribble still smelled of rust.

Snowfall melting sugar,
Coating lines and rhythmic rhymes;
Words breathed rainbow now
On ivory sheet of floral scent.

© Gheeneil

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