Such beautiful Christmas lights.
Such different colors and all so bright.
Look at those pretty snowflakes.
Landing one after the other, managing to be different from each other.
What a world to live in.
Wow, a pretty frozen lake.
A father and a daughter laughing while on skates.
As I stare and think about winter.
I think about all my isolation.
Maybe if I kept people with me,
winter fun would be a temptation.
Playing in the snow as more than just a mission.
Where you don't have to try you just play, no need to listen.
No need to hear the buzzing of your troubles.
For it is winter, the birds and bees left for a warmth so subtle.
Too bad I cannot go with them but a reality I have hindered.
Too bad I can't go with them after I made my cold winter.
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Magic
Poetry"I always loved those sparkly twists. If only I knew the harm in false bliss." A poem of all the magic in living. It's not always bright, but just enough light. ⚠️May contain triggering content⚠️ The cover and any other artwork is not mine unless sa...
