Blizzard Eyes
Waking from the fairyland,
dreams with wings, was that
your voice my voice.
Walking on sand barefoot
hand in hand...
Warmth in the memories light.
Alarm shrills welcome back
into the darkness.
Life's aroma ever stinging
my nostrils with its
flavorous existence.
Pen is still.
Wiping dream clouds
from my eyes,
shot of force to empty
thoughts.
Another day pen is still.
Words with wings
I catch the flight with
pen.
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