snowflakes fell around our bodies,
our feet crunched above the coat of white on the ground,
cheeks redden from the chill air,
and by the presence of each other near.
the only way to stay warm,
to stay close,
in the early morning of december.
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 5:16 PM UTC
snowflakes fell around our bodies,
our feet crunched above the coat of white on the ground,
cheeks redden from the chill air,
and by the presence of each other near.
the only way to stay warm,
to stay close,
in the early morning of december.
(If this poem stayed with you, you can find it again in my upcoming book. Details soon!)
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