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Snow Visions

Silently calling, blissfully falling,

snow in my eyes and my hair and my heart.

Snow for the children, dreaming of snowmen'

wrapped up in warm scarves with carrots for noses.

Bad disappears on this blanket of whiteness,

drifts from the north winds with crystalized sparkles

Snow hides the wounds, that man kind keeps inflicting,

and covers the pain in a blanket of hope.

Life is a post card, of perfect redemption,

spun in iced beauty for all men to see.

Children of morning, will answer the calling,

and love will survive for another new day.

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