Winter snow falls from the sky,

When it hits the ground, my life flashes by,

Little white snowflakes, not one alike,

You stick out you tongue and take on the challenge,

of catching the perfect snowflake only you would like,

You run through the snow chasing it down,

Till you see the boy on the other side of the street,

He’s just standing there with that thing on his face, a frown.

You run over to him and tell him to join you,

But he walks off and then so do you.

So over the next week you go outside hoping to see the boy on the opposite tide.

But everyday you go you come back home without the glow,

for the boy was not there he never showed.

Then one day he came back again he wrote a note and threw it to you,

you did not read it you did not speak you left the words for him to squeak.

He spoke sorely, a seldom thing for him to do,

You just listened to his soft little tune.

He spoke swiftly and quietly almost hard to hear,

“I’d love to play with you but i can’t go over there.”

The little girl simply said, “Oh come on no one can stop you.”

The boy stuttered and almost came across, but he suddenly stopped when he hit the sidewalk, he was afraid of the road, far to wide to cross.

The girl said once more, “Come on please, i want to play, if you do not come, I’ll have to leave.”

The boy started to walk, slowly but surely, but he only made it half way before he began to talk, “I gave you the note that you must read,” He couldn’t finish his note before he was hit by a car, at full speed.

The girl gasped and ran inside, it was to late for the boy, he had no time to hide.

It was a year later when the girl read the note,

It simply said, it is my time now, I’m glad you were a friend, and that was what the little boy had simply wrote.

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