Frosted illumination
Springing into night
The light
Of the moons glow
On snow
This is real life
At 14 Fahrenheit
No where to wander across crisp snow
If there were
I wouldn’t go
Stick within the minds
Wicked wisdom
All being safe and healthy
Stop the piece
Pairing wealthy
If I divide myself
I sit and waste
Watching wisdom
Take to space
seeking some
In my face
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