the winter paintbrush . blends light and color, captures . a fleeting moment
a surprise full moon . feels like a gift shared with all . but few will unwrap
so much goes unseen . hidden from view by design . right there, in plain sight
all but forgotten . everything still exists . when it’s discarded
while imagining . anything is possible . reality waits
worn out and broken . important warning signals . have been tossed aside
cold enough to freeze . winter creates a surface . not safe to walk on
we don’t realize . just how fragile something is . until it’s too late
most of history . is forgotten, even though . much is still the same
trying to fit in . the facade only reveals . that something does not
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