No wicked weather or cold air, not a clue,
for the world baths in rays of warmth.
The heaven, a peaceful hue of white and blue,
as beautiful songs fill the earth.
No ghastly someone to hold, or break us down.
The spirits of men have gone kind,
for only love remains, hauteur has been blown,
enclosed in a brotherhood’s bind.
No ill fortune, black cats or wretched curses,
for wizards and witches have left.
Our destiny lays safe from any forces,
yet, our choices exposed for theft.
Freezing or warm morning has been made perfect,
each dawn, a fresh and flawless start.
Ugly trials of yesterday, morning wreck,
hence, frost is only in the heart.
© Phoenix Montoya @ October 11, 2011
'Imagining the bright side of things.'
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