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[Annie]: 415.Poetry.Fre
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by Annie T.
Free Verse
The air is cold
And the snow is crusty
Snatching the feet that step on it –
Gripping its existence.
Mailboxes, houses, cars
Are bright white in the glare of the sun.
Take a step out of the blindness
Look beyond your sight –
The clouds hug the mountaintops
And there is purity in their embrace.