Chip to Cheek

The page is bursting out blank
sparkling akin a
snow blanket

underwhere
are
in hiding

p
o
e
m
s

have a look ; view!-dare to pierce the secret
of the snowdrops
letters appear

p should be Pi

o is ô!

e is e-probable mail

m is aime!-aim of the sentiments

(transition)

s is whisling whilst making off through branches

poems murmur at our ears
the last winter winds

Jean-Philippe Guéant

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