A Child's Inner Snow Angel - Poem by Mark Heathcote
Every snowflake, that's circling, around
Wakes a sullen, child's inner angel
Up from, a winter wonderland mindset.
Every snowflake fissured, falling from a cloud.
Is a magical experience, felt inside?
That truly tingles inside their mind.
By those who are quite big, but feel so very, small
Every snowflake, that's falling to the ground
Is like a seed of happiness; newly found.
They're like pearls you can taste on your tongue.
Imagine an angel's wing brushing your face
It's a heavenly moment, no one can, replace
It's an angel's wing heavenly, touching your face.
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