Snow
As the snow danced around me
I could hear the laughing of little kids
A snowball fight is like the heat of the sun
But every time a snowball hit a kid he
Would scream as loud as a roaring fire
As I stared at the sky
It looked as if flakes swirling like a snow globe
Once I took off my coat I could feel
The soft sweet crystals slithering down my back
My hands felt like a hundred degrees when the warm water hit them
I could still hear the snow
Tapping on my window
Beckoning me to come back
Into the snow
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