A clear glow fills the room, Diamond patterns float around.

gleaming through a shadow on the day it sits there.

Cold as the stones in the whiskey glass, soaking the last day away.

first weighty and heavy to hold in the tired working hand.

closer and closer the eyes gaze into the filled sphere.

Imagine being trapped in there with the beauty surrounded by peace.

Only a second to keep the winter blues away, but for that moment magic filled the room.

 

Keep Smiling,

 

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