Cold,
the air is still and soft.
Snowflakes float weightlessly by
and dance atop yesterday's snowfall.
They tickle my face
like the whispered kiss of a lover.
Swirling around
and embracing me with
ephemeral arms,
pulling me down
to the soft bed of white.
Lifting my head I close my eyes,
and daydream of being with you.
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