Nest In Time

A nest in time, where I can rest, in nature’s sublime, alone, alive, in a time when falling flakes do their part to calm and fill my heart, they fall in this space, at such a leisurely pace, a frozen flurry in no hurry, I lean against a tree, so I can better see, a snowy dream above a mountain stream

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