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Nov 2014
I watch my spirit on a
snowflake
falling softly, gently, slowly
drifting, taking its time
so beautiful in its descent
until it rests
on the cold ground
just to vanish,
melt away,
and with it my spirit
disappears.
Sarah
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Sarah
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   Pradip Chattopadhyay, r and Erenn
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