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August 01 Snow SquallThe bare and naked trees
Beckon to the sky, from below
The frozen brown earth awaits
For it's warm blanket of white
Silently and quite softly
The winter show begins
Clouds gather and touch
Sending crystals of white
Quite solitary at first
The heaven now sends a deluge of flakes
Zigzagging in their own hypnotic way
So dazzling and often electric
Falling to complete the mission below
Closing my eyes to the sky
Reaching arms outward and beyond
I feel a crisp and cold object touching my face
Sending shivering chills down my spine
I calmly wait for my fate
The shock doesn't last long
As we both melt in the torrid sun TrackbacksThe trackback URL for this entry is: http://franklaoshienglish.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!373EDE7AD41ABAB7!207.trak Weblogs that reference this entry
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