There is no entirely
kind way to

delay separation,
to tell the living and

the dead that
the ground is frozen.

So, instead of words,
we stand silent and

exhale cold above
your folded hands.



Bethany Lim has been reading for many more years than she’s been writing, and she very much enjoys surfing the web here at PoetryCircle. She loves when she writes something unexpected and hears her voice change into something new, morphing into a different style.


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