Ode to winter...
Barely blinking,it's so cold and I'm stuttering inventions.
Do you think that winter's insightful?
Do you think it holds promise,
because I know that I do believe these things.
And the inspirations are everywhere,
everyone walking on this flat, frozen ground.
White, pale and barren yet undeniably stimulating.
The shivering, cold lips of lost young men and women,
"I've got to get to class,"
three seconds, and you're dead. I mean late.
Invigorating, oh, the blessed, biting chill of December.
Feel it tingle up your spine,
and know that inspirations are everywhere,
Everywhere, everyone is beautiful.
posted by Unknown @ 3:24 PM
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