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January cold numbs vibrations
Stinging my senses
The silence bleeds peace like chanting monks
The crisp air scratches my skin like birch on glass
A spilled supernova of frozen mist
Strawberry fields turned to patches of briar
Shadows of rememberence
Cradled by the kiss of the sun
Chills melt into lucid aqua
The Creator of the sky is my salvation
I inhale the serenity and exhale a redeemed passion and appreciation of imagery
Stinging my senses
The silence bleeds peace like chanting monks
The crisp air scratches my skin like birch on glass
A spilled supernova of frozen mist
Strawberry fields turned to patches of briar
Shadows of rememberence
Cradled by the kiss of the sun
Chills melt into lucid aqua
The Creator of the sky is my salvation
I inhale the serenity and exhale a redeemed passion and appreciation of imagery