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The hanging cold of winter has shown up
Furthermore, the ice appears to freeze time.
At the same time
There is a sure quiet
To the world.
Snow covers us like a warm cover
What's more, the commotion of travelers is no more;
Our hibernation can begin so
We keep so still in our own
Presence together
As we feel our frozen fingers
Tracking down a place of refuge
Among the searing coals inside.
Stuck to this condition of tranquility,
Grasping that is hard
The world lives around us.
About the Creator
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Comments (1)
You painted such a beautiful picture with your words!