I almost forgot the snow
in the jumble of memory
there was cold whiteness
there were children playing
I remember the snow spoke
it called to sledding lovers
and there was laughter
on the hill by the school
black trees were blacker
the cold was a pale secret
as if the world was pure
the crazy war was far away
I almost forgot the snow
and gentle times so long ago
love was a soft snowflake
a closeness in frosty breath
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