"Life is like drawing on a piece of paper. Without an eraser."

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Poem

Finally, the snow starts to fall
Just hours ago, there was none
Now a thin blanket covers the ground
Sprinkling trees with tiny white crystals
I catch snowflakes on my tongue
Enjoying the shock of frozen water
Melting on my hand in just seconds
Resting in my hair until I shake them out
When I think of snow
I think "let's have some fun."

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