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Oct 2014
Daydreams play out
on a screen before me.
Lavish in many
laughable moments ~
teasingly just out of reach.

Treats on a stick, skipping ~
They frolic about, to and fro
the children know
to jump and then fall
flat in the snow ~
Arms go up and down
Legs go left and right
Sweet Angels they are~
Such playful delight

Day dreams are real things~
as much as you wish them to be.
I look forward to making a few snow Angels, myself :-)
NuurSeraph
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