A Poetic Romance (of sorts)

December 13, 2011
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Gracefully swirling
waltzing as if
there's nothing to it,
snowflakes are falling.
I lift my head
toward them.
I don't feel my body;
I am too lost
in this wintery dance.
The stress
of exams disappears
and I am
once again
drawn into the embrace
of my mother,
the magical and mystical
Mother Earth.

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