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Like a curtain of beads
it makes a silvery sound
upon tips
of grass.
One step.
The crunch
of shoed feet upon
ice.
One, two.
A loose rhythm
echoes
echoes
echoes
My feel pound
My heart pounds
My soul pounds
as I race across the snow
and catch tiny flakes
on my tounge.
3 comments:
I like - simple and effective =).
This is beautiful. It effectively captures the magic of snowfall!
It is snowing here too.
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