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Snow

A child's wondrous view Of ice White globe on globe Taken From the wind's malice With innocent glee Scooped in the hand The dust Of water clumping Against the breath Of shivering coldness Crystals Yet not glass Geometric molecules Made beautiful By difference Individuality lost In the collective reference Of the frost And light falls on it In clothes of white And is broken Seven hues of blood Splintering Everywhere White snow White light can open And show A glimpse of heaven.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 1/31/2010 11:15:00 PM
Nice visuals. Good poem. David
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