winds blew the weightless snow
the snow was of no help i pulled them away i saw animals come to life winds blew the weightless snow it was like touching hot and cold i blinked twice mercilessly at the same time the figures disappeared i thought i saw animals come to life in a cloud of distorted images i remembered the warmth of tunnels dug in the parking lot near my parent's house the tingling of soft picks i expected the inside to be cold arouse in my toes again but it was warm and soothing i shook them furiously once i took my coat off my body hot i remembered the warmth the snow cold of tunnels dug i touched the white walls in the parking lot near my parent's house felt the snow i expected the inside to be cold but it was warm and soothing i pulled them away my body tightened once i took my coat off outside the winds whirled i touched the white walls i felt the snow melt excorcising heat
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AuthorMary Maurice wrote her first poem when she was in the ninth grade, and hasn't stopped writing since. Catching the fire at an early age, she continues to dedicate her time to the craft. Archives
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