Snow falls,
softly now,
all around.
The world turns white
and silent.
Street lights,
still bright,
make it almost look like rain.
And I'm here too,
standing,
absolutely still.
Until I see you,
And I,
unbreathing,
can't even speak.
So early,
yet already;
the first snow angel
of the season.
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Reviewed by Rodd Jokre (Reader)
Reviewed on October 21, 2003
serenity... Gotta love the snow...
Reviewed by Andi Chrisman (Reader)
Reviewed on October 17, 2003
absolutely beautiful Jason...one of my favorites! :)
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Such a beautiful serene write...
Trixie :)
Reindeer
This is so soft and very intimate! This line
has a very intense feel to it,
"And I,
unbreathing,
can't even speak."