Miracle

A dainty rose in

the frigid snow

is an epitome of

a perfect miracle.

Frosted crystals

glistening in the

moonlit forest.

A cryptic reflection

of beauty

lurking in the colds….

A prodigy of God.

A.B. ♥

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