Pastel drawing, digitally optimized...By Kimmy Van Kooten
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This Winter's breath, from my mouth, escapes. . . Hot to cold creating this dense fog. . . And I think of my death, bating. . . Yet, in hints of Spring. . . reflating,
Cool to warm. . .
There’s an unsleeping Heir when a babe is born!
Rise again and feel the Summer breezes!
Warm to hot
My nine of clouds,…
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