A sad snow falls, tucking us gently under fluffy sheets
so we can sleep our misery away.
Clean is pure white.
The world, a blank page, makes us feel secure.
There is nothing to see, and nothing to fear.
(Except the abominable snowman. Of course.)
1 comments:
This is really nice. I like the flow of it and the picture you chose is beautiful.Just aq suggestion ,you should add a couple lines onto the poem it would add some more stregnth to it :) well done!
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