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Dec 2014
Snow drifts like a lost child from the heavens.
Bringing premonitions of my youth.
Blanketing over the present.
Hiding the world under a temporary beauty.

Observed from my lofty window,
Flakes as large as hands glide to earth.
I wish I could touch them.
I wish they could cover me.
Scott Madden
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Scott Madden  United Kingdom
(United Kingdom)   
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