Magic Net

Icy skies of Northern climbs.
Brisk and fresh, the innocence
of lightly falling snow.
Flakes of ever bright within the sky.

The lightness of a night so filled with white.
A million stars imagining.
A billion souls caught in the dream.
A magic net. The heart injects the love...

? Michaelette ?

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