ice flakes dance in breathy air
what in this world perceives
the longest night of the year
when spirits dance in black emptiness
in this dark space of the cycle
outside, the cries of the world pierce the stillness
yet the earth turns toward the light
deep in the familiar
there is a place of knowing
all things are possible.
~Kathy Abromeit~
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