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I got bored?
"Snow" By: Porcelain Masquerade Dainty pieces of carved ice fill the air Each as beautiful as the next, but none are the same. Isn’t it strange? They dazzle and astound As they spin round and round. I stick my tongue out into the frosty air to get a taste that is so rare. At times they entwine with my hair, and make me sparkle like they do. Like the grass used to sparkle with morning dew. I get lost in their magical dance. And as I watch them waltz I become entranced. I shall cry when the sun returns and they must die. It shall be a sad a due When the sky loses its magic and turns back to blue, But their memory will stick to me like glue. For I can never let go the happiness I get from the snow |
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