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May 2016
this little mountain village rests under a blanket of snow
snowflakes fall and muffle all sound; her world sleeps silently
she reads by candle light upon her window sill, waiting.
it is very cold
he rests peacefully beneath falling snowflakes
but he is very warm, and flowers rise as beautiful as she
he is lost behind the sunrise
she relies on a broken promise.
Bella Lake
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Bella Lake
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