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Disappearing Into Myself
Sat alone on a damp park bench,
It's snowing late at night.
Covered up in winter fleece,
And bathed in star soaked skylight.
There's no existence around my mind,
Just me and happy sighs.
A gentle breeze touches back and knees,
While snowflakes kiss my eyes.
I blink a tenor to clear my view,
Of shrouded, white delight.
I catch a scurry along the path,
A snow grazed cat in sight.
Such simple times on a lonely bench,
Has helped me escape hard times.
Just walk alone, find a new home,
And disappear into rare designs.
Snow kissed Eyes
assist in the disappearance into the rare designs of self like snowflakes - winter bliss to bring back such strolls I have taken in snowscapes - Beautiful minds create beautiful seasons. Thanks. I needed this tonight ~~~~~~~Lady A
Reread Just
a moment ago and I am drowning in drifts of white - so much of the pattern called "you" is in this write - the way I like my beer, cold and frosty ~allets