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Mar 2015
The winter wind kissed my cheek
as I walked into the world.
The snow crunched underfoot,
but I paused in the clearing
to see the last full moon of winter
perfect between the trees.
I stood in the soft light
solitary and with love in my eyes
as my breath blocked the view.
Matthew Berkshire
Written by
Matthew Berkshire  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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