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Snow Child

Nothing falls from
a sky wiped gray
through pine tree wilt
and grass faded
away into dry
wisps of summerís
faint memory.
Wind rises to clear
clouds for a deeper
understanding,
blue too cold on
a blush deepened
red on your plump
cheeks filled with hope.

Richard Dinges Jr,

If you have any thoughts about this poem,  Richard Dinges Jr.   would be pleased to hear them

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