Snowman

Rolled to life by tiny anxious hands,
born of three tiers, given senses with coal.
I share the excitement of my new young friends
on a morning brisk from the first northern blow.

Delighted, now sorrowed by fleeting cold,
I cry cheek in shoulder through the nights rain.
Sadly, ever faster, I run away,
dissolving from existence in happy tears.


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