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January 24, 2012 8:12 pm
Rare by Gabriel Gadfly

gabrielgadfly:

We stood on the wood bridge
over old Shoal Creek when
you reached up and shook
a handful of snowflakes
out of the white winter stars.

Just a handful,
just a few cold crystals
that tumbled down into the lazy
loping water of old Shoal Creek.

As we watched them come down,
I grabbed your magic hand
and held it until those falling
flakes were swallowed up
and swept downstream,
thinking you were as rare
as an Alabama snowfall
and I needed to hold your hand
to keep you from disappearing
just as quick.

This poem © Gabriel Gadfly. Published Jan 24, 2012
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  6. aconvoluteddisillusion said: breathtakingly beautiful, as always :)
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