Monday, February 9, 2009


When the clouds fall down to the trees and the whole world gets quiet,
I know the snow is about to blanket us in it's purity.

Today the snowflakes fell so gently,
Floating, dancing, weaving their way to the white ground,
And I thought of nothing at all.

My mind was at peace, and so was my soul.
And I am so grateful.

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