Image: The Snow Child
 So many silent tales
 Of little things 
 Who came and went...
 And left behind
 Their riddles
 Lightly traced
 Upon the snow
 For I, the reader,
 To unravel step by step
 And leave my own enigma
 Just behind.
 Dodge, turn, retrace...
 A woodland dance
 These stories woven deep
 In winter's song.


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