You hear that wind blowing, see the snow falling and there ain't a soul outside. In the air, in the house, aromas of misconceptions and emotional persuasions towards... The fireplace is lit and the heat is overwhelming the freezing drops of wind that find its way inside… Her body, ablaze with her love, hair falling over and her eyes closed and her lips smiling. Perfection in a lifetime, it's errors can be traumatic and cause one to fall into a cycle of disbelief, mistrust and constant doubt. Love… Snow is failing and coming on strong. Soon it will be dawn… I can see you coming towards me, from the hallway… How one can live without having dreams or any sort of understanding of those who do, I just don't understand. A flicker of a flame, a gust of an acrid internal wind and a scent of regret permeating through the walls of division. I can sense an ending. Snow falling, coming down harder and being thrust sideways as if to accommodate something, some place. You hear it blowing, whistles like ghosts behind a closed door, a world beyond the door. Unlock it, find the key, find the strength to breathe. It's not only a dream... #poetrychallenge #poetryoftheday #poemsoftheday #poemsofinstagramInstagram

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