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Snow
- Charlotte Crosmer I sit by my window, watching the wonderful snow falling softly, slowly, as it veils the field in a blanket of white. Once the snow has layered the ground, my eyes follow the carefree children playing cheerfully in the cloud of white that has settled upon the earth.
I sit by my window,
with my warm breath upon the cool glass and my wrinkled hands pressed against the pane, wishing I could do more than watch. Every snowflake is different, someone said to me long since when I was a child... but now the long years have slowly slipped away, and I can never go back.
What some people take for granted,
I wish for with my whole heart; the voice of the cold wind calling my name, brings stinging tears to my wistful eyes. I sit by my window, watching, waiting, wishing... |
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