Walking through a white blanket,
I told my little boy
Here is where she resides
She has lovely, flowing locks
She has calm and welcoming eyes
She gave everyone solace.
The snow was cold and soft,
Just like her.
When there is no breath of wind,
No gleam of sun,
The white snow whirls down softly.
It gives my son and I hope and peace.
Snow provokes responses
That reach right back to,
To childhood.
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Poetry from Within (a collection)
PoetryIn this collection of poetry, you-the reader will be able to dwell through the inner workings of my mind and soul. Poetry to me is an art form that has to be appreciated no matter how brutal it can get sometimes. In this collection, I will make you...
