Muting the colors of the world in quiet ambiguity.
The grass still peeks up,
Putting on its soft coat,
Evergreens and hardwoods flocked in slumber.
All is slowed now,
Even the city,
Turning inward,
Seeking the remnant joy of the child in us,
Freeing dreams from modern chains.
Winter has come,
And the keys to our younger days jingle softly,
Somewhere in the misty white swirls of her enchanted breath.
AquarianM
Words are the mind's bridge - its connection to all the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - its connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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