About the Poem
For all our feelings that are left behind, we can't seem to imagine how to get away.
Winter Among the Spirits |
| by Chris Yandle |
| Whispering beneath the frozen branches of a depressed and subtle wonder, lies a simple explanation for all our questions, for all our problems. Spirits of old, spirits of new, masquerade around in heavenly forms without a sound, without a mention of an earthly movement. Discover what can be captured by one quick glance proven to be remarkable, proven to be a creation of the Father. A sudden warmth overcomes you; a disruptive consequence for beholding its glory, beholding the glory of a beautiful collage of nature and wintry occasions. Hidden between your imagination afar, an impressing affliction that causes something more than pain, something that you can't describe. |
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Daniel
its very sad, and it has a meaning,
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