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Jul 2014
I lay down in a field of snow looking up
as the snowflakes fall. It's beauty insnares me,
mesmerized. The snowflakes fall gently to the ground,
a light breeze dances across my cold face.
I am trapped.

Trapped in its beauty, trapped within the cold.
frozen in time I hide under a thick blanket of snow.
forever trapped to gaze upon its greatness.
Written by
jacob timothy wilkerson  estacada oregon
(estacada oregon)   
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