Winter Words

I an working on it
Your most precious poem
A mass of my words
And your mind will roam

What must I tell you
Had I not told before?
My words will just lay there
On a cold winter's floor

My words, there they sit
At 0 Degrees
People pass with no notice
Of my unspoken, freezed

This one little girl comes up to read
Everso tedious, my words unfreeze

They fly through her town
And are now well known
They now look as warm
As a scarf I once sewn

They fly through they skies
Melt in the Lakes
They glisten and sparkle
My little snowflakes

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