Alone on a dark road Underneath stars that need Not be counted but Just need wander here Into my hand Where for just this moment I find them Like a witch on his broom Seeking the Golden Snitch Sees his frosted breath or Santa in his sleigh The moment his deer fly Sees his frosted breath Becoming All... All that was meant to be in that one Tiny bit of space miles and miles from Any star that needn’t be counted.
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I find this piece delightful. There is something about it that is magical as a fairytale.
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Thanks Eugenia. It was a bit magical to get snow on halloween!
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