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floating in a sea of falling snowflakes, the bitter cold entwines to me so pleasantly. a soul starts sinking to such bitter mistakes, life is a graceful tidal wave of unpredictable misery. eyes closed, untouched within, the outside is always open the gentle breeze invites itself in. hearts break from this safe haven like wildfire, all the pieces scatter on the delicate cold surface. air tightens when walking this irrational frozen wire, hot and cold swirl together as we resurface. feet lifted, mellow pace, ashes from the winter air appear in our place. paint drips in the snow like a delicate snow-angel made of glass, it's intentions are vivid though it's presence seemed colorless, insides fill like watercolor into the true colors of a canvass, eyes brighten deep to gaze into the soul filled with new purpose . the canvas has been watered, paint drops down our skin. art appears, our hearts start to fill in. colors brighten, the center darkens. the canvas gives new life, hearts are not forgotten.
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Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 5:02 PM UTC
Winter Twilight
floating in a sea of falling snowflakes, the bitter cold entwines to me so pleasantly. a soul starts sinking to such bitter mistakes, life is a graceful tidal wave of unpredictable misery. eyes closed, untouched within, the outside is always open the gentle breeze invites itself in. hearts break from this safe haven like wildfire, all the pieces scatter on the delicate cold surface. air tightens when walking this irrational frozen wire, hot and cold swirl together as we resurface. feet lifted, mellow pace, ashes from the winter air appear in our place. paint drips in the snow like a delicate snow-angel made of glass, it's intentions are vivid though it's presence seemed colorless, insides fill like watercolor into the true colors of a canvass, eyes brighten deep to gaze into the soul filled with new purpose . the canvas has been watered, paint drops down our skin. art appears, our hearts start to fill in. colors brighten, the center darkens. the canvas gives new life, hearts are not forgotten.
ethanhartleypoetry
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Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 5:02 PM UTC
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