Saturday, February 1, 2014

Snow

Cold.

I gently glides down to the ground.  The gust of wind blows me through the air.  At times I rise higher in the air and then I am thrust down.  At last the ground is getting closer.  The wind goes silent and I continue my journey gliding to the ground.  At last I reach my destination.  Joy fills me as I join my unique family.

©2014 Brady Burgener

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