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Another from "A collection of my thoughts"
The air was so very cold outside of our window.
Tiny crystals of ice formed illusions on the panes of glass
Seperating our warmth from the harshness of the black night.
Reflections of days past danced in the flames of our fireplace
You stood there staring into nothing, warming your tiny frame.
You have always hated the cold.
I saw the flame in your eyes and dare not speak
I knew you were miles away and would not hear.
Turning back to the glass, I pressed my face to the frozen night
Melting the illusions of fantasy with the warmth of reality and I saw you smile.
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