frostbitten peals

i pluck
the frozen blossoms
of laughter
with shaking fingers
unprepared
each and every time
for the burst
of frigid dismay
as the shimmering
notes of joy
shiver delicately
to ring out
across the blindfold
of night wrapped tight
across the sky

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