A winter’s night

When the snow falls,
A large hill becomes something more,
A place for people to glide into playgrounds.

When the snow falls,
A fire becomes a sanctuary,
For warming frozen limbs.

When the snow falls,
A pole becomes an adhesive,
Sticking tongues to it, only to be ripped off.

When the snow falls,
A walk becomes a trek,
Bringing two people closer through opposition.

When the snow fell,
Things changed for me and her,
we become something more.

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