Winter

The snow fell lightly on the already blanketed street 
I tell her the cold winter air is stealing my body's heat 
And I pull her close to me, embracing her beauty and her warmth 
We stand as one in the middle of the dark and silent road 
She looks up at me, and I tell her I was never cold

This poem is about: 
My community

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