Snow in Worksop

​I love snowflakes! Soft and gentle. Kiss my face with icy feathers as I wait at the bus stop, drifting swirling slow then fast, sitting on my shoulders transently, melting away like a lover in the dark,silently they fall and swirl, but as they melt the later frost reaches down with bitter fingers, leaving deadly masses of lurking ice under my feet.

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