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drifts, freedom, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry, Slow Drift, snow, wind, Winter
I’m drifting,
Like gently fallen snow,
Blown by winter’s sigh.
Swirling freely,
Taking flight, then
Softly falling,
Slowly drifting by.
©2015 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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