Soundless snowflakes,
silent night,
white star lights
faintly decorate
the sky,
and I
keep my eyes
and heart open wide,
close my mind,
still time…
Every night
painted fresh
by the brush
of His breath,
O holy night
granted to
the blessed witness…
I look up,
and my center calms,
spirits lift
and join the souls
dancing in this
silent night,
this blissful
ignorance
of the mysteries
beyond all this…
Laura Denise 
Incredibly beautiful.
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Thank you, Nico. 💕 Just a memory I call upon like Wordsworth daffodils, as I’m too far south for snow in recent years. ☹️
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