Friday, August 22, 2014


As the snow falls

Gentle white flakes drift to the ground.
I watch from the window as it falls down.
Like a Child's toy you shake,
And the snow falls,
Most beautiful.
The winter is come,
Old things are done.
Crimson red,
Washed white as snow.
I have it all.
Reminded as the snow falls.

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