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My Treasures


Pieces of falling snow
In the street light -
No…
Tears tonight,

Even though
This beauty -
It does flow
Through me,

Lofted gracefully/
Infused with grace -
So alone, though, never lonely
As beauty shines like a halo upon my face,

And then I know
I have never been alone,
And ever as I go
I go with such sights, that I have been shown:

My treasures.
Written by Cipher_O (WarlordoftheWrittenWord)
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Author's Note
Perhaps I am a creature of the shadows.

Perhaps I weep in unconventional ways.?.

A lot of times... I feel like I weep through ink.

And...  Weeping is truly a process.

But I was just walking this evening,
following some nocturnal activities...

And...  I was watching the snow fall
within the halo of the street light...

It was beautiful man...

I felt the urge to weep.

Just talking about it kind of makes me want to weep.

Somehow I am still alive,
after everything...

And I have seen some beautiful things,
and that is all I ever wanted.
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