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By Jasmine Meert Submitted by Graysiren Date: 2002 Dec 02 Comment on this Work [[2002.12.02.00.03.7021]] |
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It snowed tonight and for the first time in months I felt at peace with myself In my exctiment over the weather I had gone out only in an old shirt of my fathers that hung down to my just above my knees. But the bite of the snow on my bare skin was refreshing I think I regained some form of childlike innocence standing barefoot beneath the wintry sky, snowflakes falling in my hair like powedered sugar on chocolate. I flopped onto a snowbank like a snow angel and gazed up at the frozen waterfall of snow. Snowflakes got caught in my eyelashes and sparkled like diamonds in the streetlights. I slid my tongue between my lips and felt the snow melt on my tastebuds, making me smile. Hot tears mingled with the beauty of the snowflakes on my eyelashes and transformed them into steamy rivulets of salty rain as i closed my eyes and wished for someone to step out of the curtain of falling snow and take me in his arms. A man who would let me love him. My fragile innocence and peace were shattered like the thin layer of ice that graces the tops of mud puddles, as I opened my eyes and became nothing more than a cold, young woman lying in the snowbank all alone, snowangels forgotten, and left wanting love. |