from the cold blinding realityA Poem by Shirlenabrrrr it's cold ya'llgazing from round cathedral window panes is the roof dusted of partial candy swirl as snow doesn't seeth while casting itself in granules of crystal pearls and where it sits the sting wishes to find me glistening amongst the branches stiffening up the season coziness and gratitude sends warmth blessing my toes where it doesn't cover there's lounges and a robe cups of bush tea with magazines on tables happy is security of a pen having fair to whisk me away when I can't ride from this chair only day skipping and pondering envisioning a scene that isn't mine so I'll keep wandering and staring from a view I'm privileged to incline © 2014 ShirlenaReviews
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