The first day it snowed,
I stayed in bed and
Covered my head.
The second day,
I wrote your name
In the vapor trail
On my window pane.
On the third day,
I went outside and
Made snow angels
So you would know,
When you passed by,
I still knew how to be happy,
Without you!
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What a lovely, spirited poem. Very original thinking. Thank you for sharing. Kindest regards, Sandra