Snowy day,

Soft white blanket over the Earth.

Laying in bed at night,

Knowing I'll dream of her.

I gaze outside the small circular window

At a small icicle.

Before I realize what I have done,

I see her again:

Softly, she lifts a single finger,

And touching the icicle from the inside,


A droplet of water falls from the ice,

And I drift to sleep.

The End

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