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In the distance far behind me
A tree stands faintly showing
Wrapped within a cape of white
Amid the sharp winds blowing
My umbrella yields no shelter
As I brace against the storm
Snowflakes gather round me
Like bees about to swarm
And still I wander on the dunes
Drifting high above the ground
And lose myself in howling winds
That nary make a sound
Originally shared January 2015
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
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Thank you! 🙂
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Just lovely and wonderful imagery~
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Thank you so very much, Cindy! 🙂
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It seems like rhyming poetry just rolls off your tongue. Well done. 🙂
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Thank you! The words flow and I write…it’s strange how sometimes I don’t even realize that I’ve rhymed something! Thanks for noticing 🙂
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You’re welcome. Yes that happens to me as well. It is as though a spell has been cast on our literary tongues that fall out as magic.
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I love that explanation! What an awesome way to think of it!!
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