Your First Snowman
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Your First Snowman
Another year has passed since we said goodbye I look into the mirror and still ask my self why
There is no reply from the stranger standing within I hear the soft tones coming from a nearby violin
The face looking back searches the eyes which stare upon me My sorrow and pain cannot be hidden it is plain for all to see
I step softly and slowly back from the image I remember our final goodbye again I wipe away my tears is this an omen as I instantly recall your very first Snowman.
Annie
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The poets Tree
Poetry with Solace

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