Silent snowflakes fall in vain
Sticking 'pon your window pane
Freezing tight the midnight stance
Gazing out to watch them dance
Gifting to your quiet mind
Clinging to this soul to find
Somewhere next to candles flame
Finding ways to end the shame
Winter loves your inner child
Drift to sleep, your nightmares wild
The key into your warrior heart
Is knowing when the knowing starts
In soft breath blows the frosty air
And seeing names written, no despair.
Fingers trace your written prose
A gift that's given; in silence flows.
~Blue
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