Love smiles in the depths of winter
when snow chases the wind,
and dreams of summer moths dance under golden streetlamps.
Love walks upon slippery sidewalks,
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What's in a name? (smile...)
For a while my soul was as a candle blown out in the middle of a cold Icelandic winter, with the cold that permeated my bones and darkness all about...
So cold...
I love your imagery...
>^.Karl!
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What's in a name? (smile...) For a while my soul was as a candle blown out in the middle of a cold Icelandic winter, with the cold that permeated my bones and darkness all about... So cold... I love your imagery... >^.Karl!