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Snow
in a moment of contented thought - the snow floats down to meet me -
like a small child emerging from a deep nights sleep - i stretch out my hand and
receive a tender kiss - that chills my fingertips and warms my heart -
my hair becomes like frosting on a birthday cake - as tiny, perfect promises of
laughter begin to cover my being -
too delighted with the wintry gift to shake it away - i invite it to stay and play a
while - and as memories of a past childhood come into view - i am infused with new
life and sweet energy - and there is a new found meaning to my day...
as long as the snow floats down to meet me - I will make time - for snow
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