Mia Ocean - Icicle

Snow is falling.
It’s cold.
Icicles hang
on the sill.
Drops of
frigid water
fall from
the tip of
the icicle
and land
on my
nose.
I pluck
the
icicle
from
the sill
and
happily
munch
on
winters
candy.
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Mia Ocean

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