Winter Nostalgia Alyssa Griesman
Pure, little snowflakes Fall gently from the sky, slowing with each
passing second.
Time stops, Leaving me confined with only my thoughts And childhood memories—
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The cool taste of magical flakes melting on my tongue, The magical sensation from creating snowmen and angels,
The potent scent of gingerbread and sugar cookies in the kitchen, The soothing sounds of Christmas tunes roaming through the air, And the sparkling sight of presents under the tree Christmas morning.
The horn of a taxi pulls me back into reality, With the memories glistening away as the snowflakes slowly disappear.
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