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Crazy dance of happy snowflakes

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No, I won’t answer the phones today!
I am not in a mood, let’s just say!
If you knock the door, I won’t be found
You won’t hear, in my house, a sound!

I will be watching crazy dance of happy snowflakes,
Of a grown up woman, a lost child they make!
Sitting on a window, I am a little girl again,
Oblivious to smiles, heart breaks or pain!

All I want is to soak in all I see, hear and find
No glimpses of future, no memories rewind!
No failures of past, no worries of tomorrows
No fits of giggles, no shadowing sorrows

I just want to stick my tongue out,
To taste the snow, to scream and shout
To make this world a place worth living,
Ohh for once, I am done complaining and jiving!

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  1. Unknown18 April 2013 at 05:58

    ur words really say lot of things......only dere z need to get them understand from d heart:):)

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