Priestess of the Wind (windspirit16) wrote in writersheart,
Priestess of the Wind
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A poem

The True Magic of Winter

I stood up and looked outside.
There the world seemed -
Changed.
Somehow more, more -
Magical.
Outside in the cool,
No cold,
winter air something mystical was falling.
It wasn’t rain nor sleet,
But it was the true beauty of the winter-
It was Snow

K. C. Klein
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