Words With Me
Journeying Through Time
Monday, 11 February 2013
Frosty
Icy frostiness,
swirly patterns,
and Robin sings.
The light slips slowly
over the horizon
changing the sky
to the softest blue.
Another cycle
begins again
and all will be new.
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