Blue-Black

the breath of winter

By A.N. WaltsPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Photo by Paul Volkmer on Unsplash

a white puff of air

exhaled into inky blue

and stars guide your way

nature poetry

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A.N. Walts

Server by day, storyteller by night. Lover of witty jokes and fast-paced dialogue. My hope is that when you read my stories, you feel compelled to share your own.

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the breath of winter

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