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Sarah Shah Dec 6
There is sanity in silence.There are lessons in loneliness. The scent of evergreens, the gentle kisses of snow,make me think, there’s beauty,in originality,there is comfort in truth,there’s growth-in acceptance. Nothing remains bad forever,nothing stays great-for good.
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Sarah Shah Dec 6
In the nick of time, another year leaving, a decade gone,we learned,that memories as small as dust,cross our eyes often,like you &I,they matter. So next year,maybe this time, let’s do-something new; leave footprints in the snow, &remember,to remember, who remembers us.
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DimpleVerse Dec 7
On a frosty 's day I like to contemplate Past Springs Summers Autumns The scent of evergreen Under silent vigil Life continues Getting ready to burst once gain
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Grace the Fierce Dec 6
Lick my lips kissed of peppermint spice, because my mouth wants only you. Gingerbread man, you bring me such delight when I lick your tiny toes. r5
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Ulane V. Dec 6
a snow setting like gentle kiss on her upturned face world slowly turning into flurry shapes trees and bushes disappear only whiteness remains in the quiet of winter wonderland 30th RD 1
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Helen Dalton Dec 6
A brightly burning hearth fire A narrative sold But a brightly burning hearth fire Won't keep you from the cold Of glistering frost plated hearts Forged in ice and fools' gold.
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Christopher Gidley Dec 6
Tell me you remember everything. Tell me you haven't forgotten the night, the cold, the soft glow of your neighbor's colored lights blinking like heartbeats, like breaths, kisses on the sidewalk, your snow angel soul falling, flying. Somewhere. Rd 5
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Mercy ♣️ Dec 7
A sleigh ride serenade to the chime of bells, wrapped in blankets to keep us warm, we dashed through a wonderland draped in snow as mischievous choirboys chased us wildly, tossing stacks of snowballs, the sound of our laughter hanging in the air... - round 6/7
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Crafty Shawn Dec 6
Sitting by window Watching the snow fall from sky Snow man with button eyes Carrot nose Ice cycles hang from roof Is that time of the year Candy canes Decorated trees
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Antonia B Dec 7
Stacks of snowballs untouched. A half-built snowman. A mitten here, a hat there. The park was eerily still, with only the sound of the wind whispering through the moonlit branches. They were simply... gone. All of them. round 7
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C K Words Dec 6
"No family, but the two of us", you say. "We are a family, just the two of us", I say through chocolate peppermint fudge kisses and other more perverse gingerbread delights. 5
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Dimple ©™ Dec 7
Midnight reminiscences In the stary silence It's easy to look in My story.. Seranades of old loves No need to drown in sorrow There is still Miles of ribbon to tread ahead..
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Frog Prince Dec 7
Stacks of snowballs Come to me cover in frost Your eyelashes delicate as fluttering snowflakes Cold lips as eager as boastful robins. I built us an impregnable fort out of a stack of snowballs. Nobody will find us Until spring.
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Verble Gherulous Dec 6
r3 Seeing the cozy pile of blankets in a corner of the room, he remembers when they were first married, they only had piles of blankets for a year before they could buy a bed. Now she says, "You gonna fold those?" He says, "I love you." She says, "Don't be weird."
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Just Poetry Dec 7
Flashbacks of that day when love was pronounced in between the breath of their kiss. Her heart felt warm, tingled in stacks of snowballs. Love never felt so real and so home, as he tightly held her even closer to his body heat! round 7
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Indigenous Soul Dec 6
30 Rd 3 They'd only been homeless for a week. One good thing was the pile of cozy blankets inside their pup tent, and the roaring campfire on the riverbank. It started to snow.
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J Mills is future futuring Dec 6
Tiffany had tricked herself that wine, words and cherished company was what made Christmas grand, but the taste of ash told her it was all lies. She looked at her dead family seated at the table, she sighed. Christmas would never be as it used to be.
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Jenn R-J Dec 7
a frosty morning our breath controls the view from window glass Rd 1
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Grace the Fierce Dec 6
She pulled the cozy pile of blankets close, breathing in the scent of juniper berries--his scent. Images: Dimples, chocolate eyes, the sound of his laugh, the feel of his hand moving up her thigh, whiskers grazing her neck. It was their last kiss, his last day alive.
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Vices Poetic Dec 6
Her presence in my life as fresh as a peppermint kiss a cherry blossom on the wind a childhood gingerbread delight she is my unrealized dream sanctuary on a moonless night. - round 5
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