Frozen Steps

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The Postcard has been Wired

Dear Glammy Gert,

 

Keep silent only with your thoughts,

the soul is so lonely, alone in winter.

Remember, that form is important,

but its function must be there.

 

 

Listen to Melody to draw out

distant echoes

of the Men who made

the Furniture Dance.

 

 

I tried to reach the farthest shoreline,

But the gloves were more than an illusion.

The chateau overlooking the frozen lake,

seemed to throw up a hand armament in amazement.

I will read more –

the train rides leisurely tracks.

 

Best wishes, next stop Veil Vale Village,

Your Polka Pooka.