The world lays silent and peaceful, on a cold winter night.

Did you smell the frost that hangs from the roof?

Did it have a scent of something sweet or nothing like paper?

Did it shatter to the thumping of your heart or feel the embrace and melt?

Did you wonder if looking past the crystal yet icy meadow it would stiffen as if it was steel?

Did you feel as if you were as light as a feather or heavier than a mountain?

Did you speak softly so the angels could hear or loud enough for the monsters to wisper?

Life itself is hot and cold and sometimes warm, it will open your heart and fill you will joy or overcome your fears and doubts within.

Don't quit when you slip on clouds hold on tight and you will climb.
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