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Snowing Summer

Sweet rays of sunshine
Thick, humid air
Tall, green grass
I look up
I see
One tiny, transparent crystal
Flying
Floating
Falling
It finally, finally
Reaches my height
And lands on the tip
Of my waiting finger
Before I can look again
Another snowflake falls
And another
My brown hair is now
A snowy white
I am covered
Covered in snow
Snow in the summer

 





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