Poetry · Writing

Snowy White

flakes brushed against our bare

shoulders as we danced. Her dress

glazed the icy floor turning

from crystal blue to
sangria purple. Her cheek

bone lined her arm

outstretched swinging

with musical pace. Time
ceased and the sky slept and

the moon applauded our efforts.

The life around paused to watch

the snow flakes fall around her grace.

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