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Wednesday, January 13, 2016
Cold and Calm
Cold and Calm
Have you looked
To the gray sky
When your breath
Freezes over
In the still air?
Have you noticed?
The snow falls
Ever so slowly
Hoping, in its frozen patience
To still be snow
When it lands.
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