Maybe It's More
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Tara Slowey, Grade 7
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Poetry
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2014
The glistening morning mist seeped 'round,
The snow had fallen overnight,
A world of white marshmallow,
Had suddenly come to life.
A calm and gentle breeze,
Blew threw the snow-white trees,
My nose turned red,
Was already numb,
And a shiver hurried through my spine.
A large yet gentle snowflake,
Fluttered upon my snow-covered head,
Hovering like a free spirit,
One with many stories to share.
I gazed above at the beautiful thing,
And thought what it may be,
I know it's a snowflake after all,
But maybe,
Just maybe it's more.