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. The First Snowfall
The first snowfall of winter is gently floating down,
it doesn't seem to settle, only hover over town.
And in the quiet stillness, unbroken silent sound,
a snowflake wanders slowly to its
place upon the ground.
Peering through my window, I watch the
snowflakes dance
in a silent pirouette that leaves their
fate to chance.
As each one tumbles softly in misty
shrouds of white,
I somehow know the snow will last the night.
Could it be I'm dreaming, or could it be I'm right;
do the snowflakes really fall in
patterns made of light?
Twisting, ever turning, softly falling flakes of down,
angels' pillows gently come to rest upon the town.
-Jane Ellen
Beautiful glimpse into a world far different from where I am now -- thank you!
Today it was 70 degrees and sunny.
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"Sometimes I have to remember that things are brought to me for a reason, either for my own lessons or for the benefit of others." Cynthetiq
"violence is no more or less real than non-violence." roachboy
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