As days
grow longer
soft hearts
grow colder,
weary of
winter games
forced upon the
fair weather souls
proclaiming
arctic tolerance
for pleasing
the audience
while shivering alone
within the silence.
Minds yearn
for the order of
sprouting thoughts
while hearts
burn to comfort
the dying parts, as
both birth and death
are alive with spirit.
Renee Novosel
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Copyright 2015
Wallflower Whimsy 
beautiful
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Nice word weaving.
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Amazing as per the norm.
Thanks, lady. 😉
Lovely words reneeisokay.
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i love the minimalism here. thank you for following my blog, by the way. i appreciate it! keep up the good work!
Thank you as well! 🙂