sura-ken

When the snow falls, it mutes. It mutes. As snow blows, it dulls. Nay, it sharpens. Sharpens the senses. Cold, bright silence. My mother loved me. Cold, dank silence. She loved me. Cold, cold silence. She loved. She loved how the snow blew like sand into the sea. How the sea swallowed the snow. The sound of life, waxing and waning Against the beach. A sleeping sound. Icy cold silence, the breath of the sea. Cold, deep silence, ' listen to the sea'. Cold, harsh silence. Listen, the sea, The wind whipping her brown curls. Chestnut brown, and chestnut eyes. Big, round, chestnut eyes, Skin soft as sand or snow. Cold, bitter