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My head aches with the stress of days accumulated the anxiety threatening to overwhelm But the ice cold air sears through the pain a clarity only winter can bring My tense muscles breathe in the chilled air and relax under its frozen fingertips My thoughts slow and each second seems to be endless in this barren wonderland Naked trees stand against the harsh dark sky but a diamond embedded powder of white sparkles beneath my feet Two beauties are at play here on this chilled night One of fragile innocence and gentle touches One of loss and pain as Mother Earths creations wilt away |
I love the imagery you used here to describe those icy nights that hold so much more. Short but strong. Good piece I look forward to reading more from you. If you get a chance check out mine would love feedback and going to check more of yours now.| Posted on 2010-11-09 00:00:00 | by Thornful Rose | [ Reply to This ] | |