Freezing wind whips around the white winter snow,
As he steps out into the crisp, bright day.
His beard lined with the crystaline flakes,
Growing heavier as he trudges through the snow-packed sidewalks.
His roseate cheeks curled up in a smile,
As he awaits spring's rebirth through winter's last breath.
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Faces in a Crowd
PoetryA collection of short poems detailing glimpses into people's lives. Each poem is based off pictures that people submitted.
