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Melancholy Subsided
This fresh blanket of snow
Lies like a blank page, waiting to be written.
The few birds in the sky
Dance to the slower tempo of Winter.
This six sided crystal
Flitters to my tongue;
A small treat from Mother Nature.
Life is new and hopeful,
I wonder when it will end.
Lies like a blank page, waiting to be written.
The few birds in the sky
Dance to the slower tempo of Winter.
This six sided crystal
Flitters to my tongue;
A small treat from Mother Nature.
Life is new and hopeful,
I wonder when it will end.
Published 11th Dec 2013
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