From the Pocket of a Dream
reaching out the arms
up to the blue skies in vain
dew drops became ice
© Eclipse 2012
Image by SteXenArts
Yes the breath of winter blows through the branches to leave us in her icy grip…
Winter is at the door with his icy breath.
It would take many hugs.
Good Sunday my great friend.
Love and joy.
Endure the hard times and the good times will come…
Or learn to love the hard times and the good times will be Heaven.
Hopefully trees have a different perception : ) Words with sighs, and a speaking photo.
Yes, different…a bit complicated : )
Thanks for reading Martin
Winter is always difficult … Love, cat.
….sometimes, beyond the reason…
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