Snow,
gently falling
covering
hiding
making all fresh and new
Peaceful
quiet reflection
Wonderment
Cold harsh wind pulsating
flurrying, blinding, freezing, drifting
watching through the glaze of frosted glass
Thankful for a cozy haven
Ha ha , well I tried and have come to the realization that poetry and me don't work. However, this being my blog, I will continue anyways.
Stubborn I be that is me
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