Cold LifeAll was visual;
Winter, a suggestion
Open back packs, turning pages, strangers walk purposefully,
You stood by the bus stop chanting some rhythm in your mind
To distract from your visible breath
Hanging like a white sheet you swear might be a ghost.
Looking for morning
A streak of sun to coax your soul
Back behind black lashes
sweet sleep cancelled by
Nature has held stronger grudges than any
Yours and mine
Blunt and blind hurtling sorrow
Tore clouds and earth apart.
Those gentle moments before the world went insane
A child's comprehension, boundless,
Like merciful moon, glowing, innocent.
Desperate days of worry
Waste the glassy contour away
Is tainted, stricken, sharp
Like sad little people slowly disappearing beneath white dust
A snow globe or a trap?
Winter leaves no comment.
FH Chapter 24CHAPTER 24: Cursed position.
"Syaoran," Sakura said, gently touching her friend's shoulder. "Syaoran, I back!"
"Safe and sound, just like I promised," Kyo said with pride.
Syaoran opened his eyes and sat up. He could see! Madame Pomfrey was sitting beside him, glad to see he had recovered nicely without her.
"I can't tell you how happy I am that you all made it back safely!" Syaoran said, bursting with joy.
"If I had been here, I could have mended you in my sleep," Madame Pomfrey said with regret.
Dumbledore made a grand entrance into the hospital wing, with a jubilant reaction from all. "I see that Sakura now has recovered all of her memories?"
Kyo blinked. "Sir? You knew? About Sakura, and the other dimension travelers? And that Voldemort was seeking the feathers?"
The headmaster nodded. "Yes. But Voldemort didn't need to know that. I knew that this would be a journey that these children needed to see through, and that the only way for Voldemort to gain a false sense of security woul