Snow Angel
Little one
A manga panda
In the pristine snow.
A dream scene,
Snowflakes brush your
Face
Light as loves kisses
And melt on your
rosy cheeks.
A snowman
lays broken and
half buried
on the ground and
you turn your small
round face
up to the sky
and close your eyes.
You feel the snow
On your lashes
on your lips
as you revolve slowly
arms spread
like a cherub.
It is the taste of winter.
The taste of innocence.
The taste of happiness.
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