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Prompt Words: snow, fantasy, embers, mesmerizing, floating, twinkles, blooming, melting. |
| Some of us bloom in winter, when the first flakes of snow fall-- like campfire embers carried by summer winds-- petal by petal our spirits open releasing their scent into the air. We are winter roses our mesmerizing beauty-- the service we perform for humanity-- melting the icy fantasy of death. Some of us bloom in winter, our joy is the music floating through the atmosphere, that generates twinkles in the eyes of all possessing the ears to hear. Our winter blooming is our freely given gift to the planet. Poet's Note: ▶︎ |