Waiting

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It's getting cold outside, I notice frosty flakes of wet snow falling from the sky.
I notice it napping and wrapping itself upon branches of trees,
I see its tendrils swirl around my window,
I see footprints from when the neighbor decided to walk his dog,
I'm looking out my window, watching for you,
Like a child would watch a screen.

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