Falling slowly in the winter wind,
Dancing, prancing in the clear blueness,
Licking the bitter cold,
Tasting nature’s sweet sugar,
Feeling the iciness creep up my sleeves
as I make the first angel of the season,
Experiencing a winter wonderland
through the eyes of an childish innocent.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
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