Saturday, November 8, 2008
the angel flakes that
danced past me
gently; snow
like cotton on
fences and fields
coating the pastures
with a sheet of silk,
such a perfectly thin
white icing,
that melts on
the tongue of the breeze,
sweet and silent,
as life should be.
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