Snow, at Dawn.

When it snows

at Dawn

I see the angels calling

All the white glitter

Of Easter or special secrets

Untouched by the human eye…

Only to melt away

With promises

Of their Return

Once More.

In the silence, I hear the most.

Author: partygatherings

Hi, my name is Jeanna. My life is a Party.

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