The flakes of white tickle my tongue,
Empty of taste but wonderfully cold.
I keep my eyes closed, squinting when they land on my face,
Soft and tickling on my skin.
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A wonderful poem W.G.! ! I got flashback's of when i lived in Mass. in the winter time! Thanks for the sharing! ! *10*! ! Friend Thad