Serenity falling....
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Fluffy
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Freezing
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Graceful
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Bracing
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Beautiful
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Each snowflake that settles
a masterpiece
hanging in Nature's Louvre
until it is time to.....
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Drop
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Flutter
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Glide
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Fall
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Land
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A luxurious blanket
a thread count to make
Cashmere blush
a blank canvas for winters joy to....
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Laugh
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Play
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Build
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Spectate
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Enjoy
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Build up the fire
look through the frosted panes
at the mitten wielders and hat wearers
soaking their fill of Winter's falling joy.
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Alexander Stoddart
The musings of a melancholic man.
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Maybe I never loved you, maybe I did, maybe I was caught up on how I lived. Maybe my dreams turned into fears, maybe you were the one to make it better, maybe I wanted this forever. Maybe I cared, maybe you didn’t, maybe I made promises before committing. Maybe it was you since 2008, maybe it was me, because I wanted to be great. Maybe I hurt you, because maybe you lied, maybe you destroyed me on the inside. Maybe I was bruised, maybe it was abuse, maybe my promiscuous ways made us fuel. Maybe it was mayhem, maybe it was childhood, maybe everything will never be all good. Maybe I needed to elevate, maybe it was God. Maybe it was all the time you spent with her, maybe it was marriage, maybe it was babies and carriages, maybe it was us sitting in the tree, maybe it was the chirping of my tweetle Lee Lee. Maybe it was love songs, maybe it was magic, maybe I should’ve waited for this tragedy. Maybe I’m embarrassed, maybe you’re ashamed, maybe love is just a runner’s game. Maybe I give, maybe you don’t, maybe I’ll care, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll come back, maybe I’ll pray, maybe there’s love in another way. Maybe your name means more than you think, maybe the time we spent doesnt change the way we seek. Maybe the heart’s were meant to break, maybe none of us are who we say. Maybe it’s over, maybe it’s just begun, maybe it’s because we were young. Maybe in time, maybe forever, all I know is that maybe isn’t never.
By Charelle Landers3 days ago in Poets
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