their white arms reach
out to beckon me
into a frozen embrace
encased and enveloped
in a world of purity
the darkness hidden underneath.
All is clear.
All is cold.
All is still.
All is snow.
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This is stunning, and your use of poetic-device is quite clever indeed. Of course, you also reminded me that winter is just around the corner...
Your piece is beautiful, in its brevity. Well done, and keep writing!
Laura
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thanks
thank you so much for your comment, so nice of you to take the time to read it. And yes, winter is coming. I love looking at snow, but shoveling it.....not so much.
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