The soft snow blankets the ground.
I stop along the road.
Reaching toward the sweet bliss falling down.
My soul gets lost in the winter wonder.
Skipping like a child across a mystic white river.
Carefree, Basking in the invisible freedom
Dancing as the trees smile in the stillness.
I bow to a December moon so clear and cold
The icy hands of time forces me to keep moving on.
-Tosha Michelle
Beautiful work. This touches my soul.
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Such a beautiful grouping of words, to remind us… we never lose the magical feeling of Christmas…. This was put beautifully Tosha.. as all you are is beauty…Have a Merry Christmas…..to all of your family.oxoxoxox
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Beautiful words ~ and love the line “The icy hands of time forces me to keep moving on” ~
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Thank you kindly. xx
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