My Idle Mind in Winter
My idle mind in winter often roams the street of dreams
Along the paths and alleyways
And places in between.
I imagine I’m there walking beneath a summer’s moon
Stars are constant, twinkling
The breeze plays a soothing tune.
While outside winds are raging, snow blows cold against my door
Inside, my thoughts sustain me
Warmed upon some distant shore.
By Tina Linge
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