snow, untouched-
montreal 1.10.26
The cold sun
Drenches everything in luminescence
Diffused by ice cold sheets of cloud hung upright.
It does not warm, but does invite and inspire the passersby, I’m sure
Small runs, jumps, side steps and such,
graceful determination through the cold
powered by this frozen battery burning
a billion miles away.
A lighthearted character remains thawed in the
essence of these people, and the
bustle keeps the little hub warm, just warm enough
today at least,
and I bask in the possibility
to become a part of it all
this jolly winter mechanism it is today
at least
About the Creator
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)6 days ago in Fiction
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