Eyes sting
from the blistering wind,
as the snowflakes fall lightly
from the gray sky
to the ground.
Streets are empty,
except for small patches of ice
and a dead tree
or two.
Walking is hard,
especially when you step on
those puddles of
pure ice.
You tend to slip,
and crash hard on the sidewalk
every so often,
or so I hear.
Because it's winter,
and time moves like a snail
inching its way
to safety.
Maybe you've noticed,
or maybe you haven't yet,
but you will see,
eventually.
We all live in
a world of pure, unfiltered silence
only broken by loud winds
and cracking ice.
We are all waiting
for the voices of the birds
and the ray of sunlight
to save us.
sunrise
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bonfire friends
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sadness
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purple skies
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true love
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My Cheerleader
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womans transformation to happiness and love
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future life together of adventures
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