Could be anywhere... people talking in the cold, and each word is shown as an instant's cloud.
cold writes
the words of unheard voices
cloud wisps
- Magyar
- Cape Cod, United States
- __I see with young eyes, an old mirror. Here, I hope to offer... as I see.
12 comments:
thoughts fly-by when one looks at the sky, its an imagination bonanza...good one _M
Unheard voices, never are....there's always that blue sliver of sky on can bank on...with-in or with-out :)
good one, Magyar...seemed as though inviting cold/winter! :)
wishes,
devika
** blue sliver of sky 'one' can bank on...
devika
Ethereal. Love it, Magyar.
This is just terrific. I love "cold writes"...that is perfect. :)
love it M
john
whispy...wow we're in tune this morning ;)
Gorgeous poem, Doug - Love the feel of this one.
Warren
very nice!
Gives me chills!
That first breath of winter.
Again! I thank you all!
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