18 August 2011

a commonality, suposedly

where I walked once upon the snow
in the middle of the winter
and I feared not where I would go
I came upon a mystery
enshrouded in a cloud
 a little piece of beauty
in this icy cold

And you were there,
where I was
watching this little curiosity
grow and bloom before me
the petals bright as a holiday
where smiles light up every one's face

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