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Mar 2013
The Angel Soft Morning Flurries,
Fell Quietly From The Grey Sky,
They Swirled In A Happy Eye's Gaze,
As They Landed On A Pink Tongue,
Frost Returned To Her Sun Filled Core,
But As The Bright Rays Retreated,
She Felt No Joy Slither Away,
Because She Was Part Of The Snow
This Is My First Try At A Triolet.. I Think This Is A Triolet At Least Haha!
Sydney Victoria
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Sydney Victoria  F/Minnesota
(F/Minnesota)   
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