BeautyA Poem by Fuzzy_PoluzahStuff...
In slow motion,
I watch as the snow falls in patterns around me. I hold out my hand, I watch, in impeccable detail as the snowflake melts into my print. A watery stain is all that is left, I watch as it dries, the liquid decays, while goosebumps fill my hidden arms. Beauty.
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3 Reviews Added on January 28, 2013 Last Updated on January 28, 2013 AuthorFuzzy_PoluzahSurrey, BC, CanadaAboutI am a human being. I like reading, writing, painting, singing, and anything crazy! ;D more.. |

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