A snowy icy night, painted hill tops all are white,
all the rivers flow like ice, and raindrops fall as hail,
from so very, very high, above.
Whispered breath, a smoky kind of grey,
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full of loving thoughts for your only love to whom you are so true. i for one don't miss the cold not as the heat melts the streets......................good one David, love, marci.xo
What a meaningful picture you pen paints David. Another worthy ten