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Oct 2018
my angel’s sneezed
snowflakes
fall from the sky
Their silence, magic, dance
covers me
enchants me
tickles me
The frozen conifers - my friends,
ancient and wise
as mountains they stand -
agree in their soundless chants:
Though the skies a snowy shade of grey,
the words it speaks are worth a million colours

- RW, All rights reserved.
This is just a dreamy poem about walking in a pine forest.
Raven Woodfort
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Raven Woodfort
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