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BUT SOFTLY THE MYRIAD SNOW FLAKES FALL
by Paul Curtis But softly the myriad snow flakes fall These infinite flakes of purest white Like pure white down of angels wings Floating gently from heavens height But this is no heaven sent delight This thing of beauty that cruelly lingers For harshly touched is the naked earth When touched by winters icy fingers I am a fifty something family man with a passion for writing and I draw inspiration from those around me. paul.curtis1956 @ btinternet.com http://www.dreamagic.com/poetry/poetry.html http://www.peculiar-poetry.com/ Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |