January 3, 2011
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The sound fades
As the snow falls
Colors dimming shades
Into nothing but gray,

The snow calls
All pulled like dolls
The mist muffles cries
As the birds fly,

The emptiness of the forest
All seems abandoned
Not even the smallest
Travel in this emptiness,

All becomes quiet just like the snow.

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