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Red Snow

Parachute-less high above the earth,
I watch a snowflake fall,
and this is how it happens.
Tiny snowflake forms within a cloud,
so frail, I thought it would fall apart,
my heart yearns for snowflake.
As I, gliding down with it peered,
its inner beauty,
the yellow sun behind.
Snowflake Multicolor radiance,
like diamond brillance,
kaleidoscopic lightbeams.
O how I love you snowflake,
so perfect, intricate, etheral,
I will lie down with you.
As I plummet to the gound, I see snowflake,
gently touching others, becoming snow.
My life blood covers the winter scene.

4 Mar 07

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 — bologna


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 — Fallen

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