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Lost MAG

January 8, 2011
By QuietQuill SILVER, Stewartstown, Pennsylvania
QuietQuill SILVER, Stewartstown, Pennsylvania
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I stood this morning
before the waking of the sun,
basking in the radiance of the streetlights.

As the flurry of frost encircled me,
dancing to the quiet minuet of January,
I understood that it was all for me.

My footprints alone led to where I watched
breathless at this magical sight.
This is what it is like to be lost
In the good sense



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