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White Bliss

January 15, 2009
By Anonymous

Falling.
Falling lightly from the sky.
Drifting leisurely downwards.
Down
toward the cold and barren Earth.

Clinging.
Clinging softly to the trees.
Touching everything in sight.
Swirling quietly around me
in a whirling wind of peaceful flakes.

Blinding.
Blinding me with a frosty flash.
I cannot see
anything.
Anything but a white bliss.


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