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Snow Storm
March 14, 2015
I’m high in the sky,
feeling free as ever.
A gust of wind comes,
And I start falling.
Being pushed around
like kids on playgrounds.
All of a sudden,
the ground becomes close.
Laying on the ground,
all clumped together,
preparing ourselves
For what is to come.
Then the wind comes
and whoosh
I’m moving again.
We all move as one,
I’am no longer
special, or unique
just a part of the storm.
© Anton J., Philadelphia, PA
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