So silent is the silence that sleeps in lofty hollows.
Whispering tales of winter's light.
Forgetting today for tomorrow's ambiance.
Sun kissed upon the wind.
Faces of shore luminance.
As high above, an eagle soars.
Fledgling spirits drunk on life and beauty.
Water-fed and dry as a desert from magical ingredients.
Snow, frost, and winter's stories.
Display their end-of-year charm.
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Author:
Neil Higgins (
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- Published: October 18th, 2025 02:51
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 2
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