January 23, 2009
By Krystan Saviola, Niagara Falls, ZZ

I follow you
Through the flakes falling
Through the white piles
My boots sink into you
Though I seem to never catch up
I stumble
And as I lay in the cold
Taking in the clean air
I know that you have gotten away again
And so I continue on in my search to find you
And when I finally come close
You melt away
As though you never existed
But I know that you will come
And snow will fall once more

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