The First Snow

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Chicken Noodle Soup

for All of the Souls who are...

Running crazed, laughing the cold away

Warmth vibrating the un-thawed tension out

Reminiscing on my childhood's evanescence

Relaxed in the cold I sing.


The warm humming of my throat clouding the air

Puffing out the exhale of

Heat heavily hearthing heartily harps her heart


My childhood comes back

In waves of flurries circling down

As the icicles crash down

Shattering me.


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