Cold nights in Chicago
begin with a sunny day.
Nome cold nights
follow a blizzard.
A cold Andean night
begins with the whistling wind.
Cold nights–never the same.
Each place has its own magic.
W. Wayne B.
Poetry book: Eyes of Hope
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Original image: When the sky sings. By Sathish J [Image license]
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