As glossy white as winter snow
frosty bits
everglow
Taken by the wind to dance
alight upon my nose
to dream of simple things
of frost nibbles
milky crystal
forming rosy patterns
Budding within my mind's eye
as I glance a thousand miles away
To a place I'll never know
The ink of a writer comes from the creative juices that live deep within the heart
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