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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