by Barbara Garcia

Created on: January 12, 2010

As I stroll along these cold winter streets,

I'm under attack by strong winds and sleet.

But the warmth hidden in my breast,

Is too much for these cute little balls.

They don't determine whether I can stand or fall.

Soon there's water all over the place,

My destiny is my passion.

Come wind, come snow, come sleet.

Regardless of their fashion.

By morning they'll all be gone,

No trace of them to be found.

Not even a snowflake will be lying on the ground;.

Love triumphs over evil.

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