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Frozen flakes of downy white
Dance about, in midair flight
Hide the colors, left from fall
Covering, like a favorite shawl

Pristine, in their journey down
Still as such, they hit the ground
Blending with the grass, once green
Creating an ethereal winter scene

I watch, as children run and play
No school for them, it’s a snow day!
Oh, how I remember, when I was young
I’m catching snowflakes, on my tongue

They land on me, and I’m lost in this space
Catching one in my hand, this delicate lace
And hoping to catch one, for my daughter
Before it melts and turns into water

So she can make her very own memories
She’s smiling and giggling, and in her, is me
Like the beautiful snow, of winter’s art
Some things are meant to be close at heart


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