Prism

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DawnJ
DawnJ
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On days
when snow
like cooling blanket white
spreads thick its chill embrace,
I most enjoy the warm, entwining gold
of firelight, blood red of heated fingers
on rounded, pinkened cheeks...
fire and ice, a color-ridden contrast
of vital, vivid hues,
winter, passion-tinged.

DawnJ
DawnJ
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demure101demure101almost 12 years ago
straring into the fire

with the snow whirling outside - yes, that's one of the joys of life!

PrincessErinPrincessErinabout 15 years ago
Amazing

This was an amazing poem. Paints a beautiful picture. Thank you for sharing.

Sapphos SisterSapphos Sisterabout 15 years ago
I love the ...

.... 'blood-red of heated fingers'. Beautiful miniature portrait.

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