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Snow Angels
Winter takes a final swing and I'm blinded
knocked for a loop along with the marigolds
we crave the sun but it is gone
shivering in a beacon of snow
we see a bastion of light
amongst the drear, the flight
an angel, pressed upon the ground
perfectly placed before my fear
there is no sound, no soul around
but I can feel her in my heart
and I can taste her in every flake
it surely isn't a big mistake
the skies opened for a moment
and amid destiny
she floated gracefully
upon my simple steps
knocked for a loop along with the marigolds
we crave the sun but it is gone
shivering in a beacon of snow
we see a bastion of light
amongst the drear, the flight
an angel, pressed upon the ground
perfectly placed before my fear
there is no sound, no soul around
but I can feel her in my heart
and I can taste her in every flake
it surely isn't a big mistake
the skies opened for a moment
and amid destiny
she floated gracefully
upon my simple steps
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