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Winter's Blush
Midwinter’s season on her lips,
a thawing blush tranquilizes the senses.
The dark of winter’s solstice
leaves me no lips to see to kiss.
Those pine-green eyes,
dusts of snow feathering upon her blushed cheeks.
There they melt,
glissading down her face.
a thawing blush tranquilizes the senses.
The dark of winter’s solstice
leaves me no lips to see to kiss.
Those pine-green eyes,
dusts of snow feathering upon her blushed cheeks.
There they melt,
glissading down her face.
Published 14th Sep 2019
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