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Right now it's snowing flowers, falling as fast as feathers- a nice change of pace, from all the tumultuous weather. In the past I was abused, and suffered from neglect, but now I don't feel so used, and am treated with respect, by a hand that's gentle but firm, by a hand with a loving touch, by a hand that holds me when I'm sad, and by a hand that, when I'm down, lifts me up. and by lips that kiss my hair, which are lips that kiss my cheek, which are lips that kiss my lips, and are the lips that return my kiss. In all, the flowers are snowing, encovering my world with petals, creating an ensoftening, and making my world a heaven. |