one morning, i woke up
and found the ground laden white
like whipped cream frosting on a cake
so pure and soft
not quite so...
the snow is sludgy
dirty and grey
the magical disillusion of it all
now...we must wait
wait for the greys to pass
and the sun to perk the skies again
2 comments:
danng, so depressing, is this poem actually about snow?!
yea...
so much substance...haha, idk why i would blog about snow
so young then...so much pondering...
so into my own world
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