Snow gently drifts down
The sky is dark,the morning quiet
The snow lands on my warm skin
icy little flakes,cling, then melt
My trail weaves through the trees
I sing and touch, and greet each one
Fresh snow to cover your tracks
but I know you'll soon be back
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same sky
ReplyDeletesame snow falling on the same skin
all one.