Silent, the painted breaths of white softly glow from the dim of moon, or the street lights on the walk, without a sound or tune,
The frozen canvas, stealing warmth from lips, quiets the numbing as it grips, crystallizing moments in frosty memories,
With a world asleep beneath a frozen throw, the winter sketches its artistry, etching patterns on the trees, and everything below,
Alone, with the invitation to embrace the stillness it brings, a shiver of force that contracts and quiets the hustle and bustle of life,
Wanting the gaze of the waking sun, the promise of warmth a celestial prize,
Another dream beneath the whisper frost, holding breaths awaiting the new days arrival.
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END: Be Well. Everyone.
About the Creator
-Nate-
“Stay calm and serene regardless of what life throws at you.” -Marcus Aurelius
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Comments (1)
Fabulous work! Keep it up