The world darkens by in mist -
Cups of hot chocolate and darkened
windows; a wavering of glass in
light and puddles of water.
So they speak, and they are not
wrong - in the language of the
flowers, in love’s deathless song.
Let your fingers curl around the warmth
while it lasts.
Do not lose it-it is translucent
like fireflys, limited in
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Happy New Year to you!
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And Wow! Poetry! Seriously, you're inspiring me left and right.
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