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By stardust2580 Date: 2002 Feb 13 Comment on this Work [[2002.02.13.00.02.21200]] |
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The snow spins the tale that is sung unto me. The snow: -lifts my heart -leads my feet Beckons me with promises; leaving me hopeful and wishful where it leads me I dare not ask or guess. A secret locked within winter's icy song. And who needs to know the sweet mystery of the snowflakes? The ways of fate cannot be known only trusted, and followed with an open heart. |