Friday, February 22, 2013


Magic, like moving corridors,
The sliding panes uncover
Heated hues of hills and creeks
Pink pervades the waters.

This is the place --
The very spot,
To be kissed by a warm moon
And it lights me up.

Glow now as an ember,
Tiny flickers of brilliance;
Catch the colours
Chase the chill away.

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