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Snow Girl

with arms outstretched girl twirls as snow falls faintly in a landscape of derelict white young face upturned a soft mouth that widens for her tongue catching flakes like disappearing gems small spikes of cold a secret happiness in plucky spins a pulse she senses like stitching dreams wistful musings lifting her spirits from the discord of home scooped like jam she twirls and twirls self propelled her eyes teary with the melt of snow till the gray coat of December slips from her in icy silence like unspoken wishing her dance whiffs of hope that steam the air an ease of forgetting her trusted possession gleaming just beneath winter's stare Poem composed: April 13, 2022 Revised December 10th, 2022 (Inspiring Quote: "...there can be no happiness...no hope no pride... no present without forgetfulness." Nietzsche)

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Date: 9/14/2022 11:51:00 AM
Brian, my Heartfelt congratulations on winning top placement in my contest. What a great piece of writing. That was something that I enjoyed reading. Blessings
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Brian Sambourne
Date: 9/14/2022 12:26:00 PM
Thank you for recognizing validity in my poem to childhood joy + endurance with the 2nd position placement. To give an NA poem a new light is truly valued by so many of us. With appreciation, Brian
Date: 4/15/2022 10:00:00 AM
So easy for the young ones to get engrossed in the moment and forget everything for just a few minutes or maybe an hour so like them are we at times. I enjoyed reading your work. Thanks for your visit. Sara
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Date: 4/15/2022 10:19:00 AM
Greetings Sara, I hope that you are well. Since my small posting received an NA recently, I appreciate your positive take on my work. I am submitting poems on another site of late, so I returned to your page to catch up on your fine verses. Be well. Brian

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