yukigami
"And he unrolled his feathers And rowed him softer home – Than Oars divide the Ocean, Too silver for a seam – Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon Leap, splashless as they swim." (Emily Dickinson)
"And he unrolled his feathers And rowed him softer home – Than Oars divide the Ocean, Too silver for a seam – Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon Leap, splashless as they swim." (Emily Dickinson)
