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The Closest Place To Heaven

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Diagonal snow obliterating clear blue sky,
A cold, white duvet softening our footfalls.
Cushioned silence encompasses the path; our senses.
Trees link arms, jealously guarding the carpet
of last years fallen leaves: untouched by sun or rain.
We emerge to snow's persistent pressure,
Ethereal flakes adorn hair and eyelashes; settle onto soft, yielding mud puddles.
The brook.
It has life. It is life: a melodic presence, murmuring its music
as it travels on its journey through the years.

Unchanging, yet ever changing.
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Tony Fang 09 March 2012

you are a kind english mother, I like the poem very much!

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