A spec of heaven falls upon my nose
.... melting into my soul.
Inspired, I exhale with a halo from my lips
... kissing the passing wind, calling it back.
Following the wind, aspiring towards something unknown
... a great mystery lies ahead of my whistling call.
I fall, and rise inspired by failures, seeking new heights
... reborn anew as I am put to death.
a great shot here!
love it when it snows! we got lucky recently
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