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The poem which she like most, yet is untitled.
20:39 Jan 17 2008
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Reworked and reposted, now with a title I like.

Delicate snow falls,

Like the sparkles missing from my life,

They escape with the wind,

I try in vain to hold on,

But melting in my palm,

They are gone before the pattern is even a memory.

Watching a graceful descent from heaven,

As young souls might take up their bodies,

So do the flakes settle to their comfort,

Pure brilliant and glorious white.

With gathering pace and flurries of haste,

The wind whips up toward a sting,

Filigree petals become droplets of ice,

Lashing my features into a frown,

Bearing my soul down and into the ground.

It's wet and cold out here alone,

Streets are noisy this side of town,

But the snow makes it all seem so clean,

Not as wrong as I know they have been,

This life is deception from the future I seek.

There is but only one path through the drifts,

Golden it shines,

Like honey in a sunny noon,

I follow where the light brings me to,

But its a tunnel of mystery,

With no end.

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