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I fall


 

Snowy layers beneath our cold feet,

 

Warm lights strung above in a line--

 

When our eyes first meet,

 

Your warm hand touches mine,

              

Icy lips, dry from winter air…

 

I

fall                

                      Flakes,

                              pour from the

                                              dark sky.

 

 

Together we bear the cold,

                      The sweetness in your sound.

 

                      Stuck in wonderland.

 

Where our eyes first meet. 

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abby_hall

Hi I'm Abby Hall, I'm a high school senior from North Carolina. I love poetry and art of all kinds. My main passion is ballet.

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