angel wings beat against the trees
releasing golden snow of autumn leaves
a rushing wind like banshee's scream
as winter falls upon the dream
the snow that falls is pure and white
and bathes us in the holy light
those who seek shall truly find
One most loving, just and kind
the One who is and always was
the One who loves you just because...
© 1991-2009 Samantha Greene
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