Winter’s husk takes what is left
And stores it away inside a hearth,
Keeping outward appearances distraught
But what’s left hidden remains frozen and forever preserved.
You can always look to the sky however,
See how its colors change and look distinctively uniquely peculiar from one natural window to the next.
(Photo taken by me.)
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Amazing photo ❤️love the sky. Beautiful poem 🙂
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Thank you kindly!! It was a beautiful night 🌅 love your work as well!! ✍️
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Thank you 🙂
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