SuperDuper Posted December 15, 2006 Report Share Posted December 15, 2006 finger shaped crystals sparklingNot a sound.flakes falling gentlyleaving a powder coating on everything in sight.The scene is freshthe sky is blue.the sharp branches sprinkled with pure white dusttoo cold to melt too warm to freezethis is where I long to be Crackling flamescloud of musky smoke fills the airas the coal thunders onto the flamesit awakens themthey twirl up the chimneyin our nightcoats we sit huddledwarm mugs between our handsembracing the silencedrawn into the momentthe simplicity contrastswith the rush that is our lives Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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