Winter’s icy breath
Tracing frost flowers by night.
Window panes abloom.
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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Beautiful. I tried to go there but NY words went elsewhere. 💜
Thanks. Words do have a way of taking their own path. 🙂
My words 😐
Very nice Haiku, vivachange! I can see the crystals blooming 🙂
Thanks, Cyril. Frost fascinates me.
another great read 🙂
Thanks. I appreciate your visiting my blog. 🙂
Very nice for the season! I hope your Christmas is a lovely one 🙂
Thank you, Christy. Merry Christmas to you. 🙂