Sparkle trees
When the trees are glossed in ice
and the sun glances through them with rising fire
They bat the light back and forth, a plaything
And I think
AAAAAAAAAAA THE TREES ARE SPARKLY!!!
*eyes bulge*
Sorry. Poetry is just too grandiose, my brain can’t go there when all that’s running through my tiny mind are oh my fucking god the trees are sparkly, sparkles sparkles sparkles. I’ve regressed. Just in typing this, I’ve keyboard smashed so much that I accidentally opened up a bunch of weird windows for which I didn’t know there were keyboard hotkeys, like an HTML debugger. If it’s not what the sparkles have done to my brain, it’s what the cold has done to my fingers.
Here’s something random. My boyfriend writes songs for fun. Every once in a while I’ll sing one of his songs for him. Hopefully these blues will gently bring us all back down from the sparkle high.
Fresh Hell 
Ha your poetry may be dodgy but ur blues singing is fabulous! Bravo…
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Hehe, thank you! I had to have a cold before I could hit the lowest note.
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twas fab!
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i love it. all of it ❤
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^_^ ❤
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Damn, Sarah, that was awesome! So….ya got music for sale? I loved the song and your singing! More, more, more…please! Mona
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haha, no music for sale 🙂 Just free singing around the house all the time, not really knowing the words, every day, along with every song that plays, enough to drive anybody except Don insane
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Also, Sparkle On, My Friend! Sparkle On!
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Yassss. Always!!!! And you as well
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