A Blanket

I sent a butterfly with a kiss on it's wings, it is as white as the pure snow that falls from your sky. You will think it a snowflake until it rests on your lips, then flutters back up to the heavens whence it came.

I will know it's journey is made when in these warm nights I pull for my blanket, overcome with a gentle chill from a faraway place.

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