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Thursday, November 20, 2008

Snow On Branches



When I'm feeling cold and bare,

She's like snow on branches--

She covers me in soft protection,

Turning what was stark, pretty

Every time I hold out my arms.

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14 comments:

  1. In my case, we'll just change She to He and we'll be all set. Lovely words again, Shay. You have a romantic heart!
    xo

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  2. And is spring is she the budding leaves on them?

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  3. Hi Gillian! Consider the change made. *smiles* Yep,romantic me,that's the rumour anyway.

    Time will tell, Jannie. ;-)

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  4. With such ease you grasp the roots of what we all long for, security in the arms of someone who loves us.

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  5. oh your such a sap ;-) not full of tuff lub like me... tee hee...

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  6. You really are an incurable romantic. Such beautiful imagery. (Smile)

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  7. Shay ~
    I thought I had commented on this.
    This is truly beautiful and romantic.
    Lovely ~

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  8. Yep, Grace, without that, the rest loses its luster, doesn't it? Always nice to see you here, sweety. :-)

    You're full of SOMEthing K! LOL. So I'm a sappy tigah, so wut? ;-)

    Mhm, Shrinky, I am. And that ain't all that ails me!

    Thanks, Arts & P, I ws just thinking about you. It's nice to see you!

    Thank you, Tracey. And thank you for always being such a wonderful supporter of Word Garden!

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  9. it clings
    fleeting
    cold and white
    for a moment
    beauty

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  10. Awwww, schweet! -- Nice to have someone like that.

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