There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar.
-Lord Byron
Saturday, March 11, 2017
Snowflakes
Where do they go
These creatures of snow
On their whimsical dance
Falling by chance
Like fireflies
On a path only they can see
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