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The Great Outdoors

  • Into The Void
  • Jan 28, 2018
  • 1 min read

I open the door

and let the cold wind

cuddle my face

I close my eyes

and take a deep breath

Intricate patterns

stir in the air

like ancient ghosts

It's language

is hidden from me

The frozen forest

turns into a sea

of fairy dust

A hushed, desolate

sparkling wonder

A smile

has made a home

in your eyes

Today

is a good day

 
 
 

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