the snow falls,
catching on my eyelashes and in my hair,
melting into shimmering droplets
the magic surrounding me
takes my breath away
cotton-like sugar drifts lazily
from a grey, yawning sky
trees hold onto their white covering
for as long as they can,
all glittering with their own individual beauty
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Twenty-sixth entry :: 3•4•19
First Monday of March
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strengthened by force
PoetrySometimes we don't choose if we're strong, because we have to be. We cannot choose the cards we are dealt with, but we can choose our reaction. __________________________________ STRONG (strông) adj. strong·er, strong·est 1. a. Physically powerful...
