Snow White

she yearned for that pure white snow

the kind that seems to invigorate her soul

not the kind that adds a sort of majestic beauty to an aged tree

or make little children playful and smile as each flake caresses their tongue

or as they watch fluffy fakes delicately dance as they fall from the sky

the snow she desires

the type for that immediate high

addictive to the spirit, body

 and the mind

the pure white “stuff”

that sends her mind on a trip,

swirling out of control,

the body shivers and sweats

as she misses it’s touch

I sit and watch

as she cries in pain

for its quench

that white stuff

this glorious beauty she calls

snow

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