Tuesday, January 21, 2014

The Magical Window

before it all turns to unsightly slush
there's a magical window

in which

flakes fall like manna
and feed the soul

the world falls quiet

and you hear nothing but the shuffle
of your own steps
across a sparkling, cold carpet
laid out just for you

and you feel
as if
you had been transported 
back home

if even for just ten minutes.

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