The first snow covered the ground.
Snowflakes flew into the face of this child.
Winding a precious music box.
The wind blew in flurries and carried the boxes melody to the sky.
No angel came down that day.
Only more snow.
In this box a studded wheel flicks pin chimes as it rolls.
The song it plays never changes.
It would play it's harmonious tune only upon request.
The snow now whipped around frozen diamond tears.
Finger tips numb but did not dare to stop the song.
Hoping the wind would send a single note to heaven.
For this was her song.
This song she said that if she could hear.
Then at that time, in that moment, she would reappear.
Snowflakes flew into the face of this child.
Winding a precious music box.
The wind blew in flurries and carried the boxes melody to the sky.
No angel came down that day.
Only more snow.
In this box a studded wheel flicks pin chimes as it rolls.
The song it plays never changes.
It would play it's harmonious tune only upon request.
The snow now whipped around frozen diamond tears.
Finger tips numb but did not dare to stop the song.
Hoping the wind would send a single note to heaven.
For this was her song.
This song she said that if she could hear.
Then at that time, in that moment, she would reappear.
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