Thursday, January 15, 2009

Snow blowing all abound
Wind gushing to and fro
Icicles falling
Falling
Falling
Down

Wondering what goes on
Sun disappearing on horizon
Dripping water from above
Sudden gushes

Biting wind to the bone
Inside chills never known
Warmth is sought
Icicles
Falling
Falling
Down?

News flash: it is cold
Sniffles around
Chuckles within
Stone beings frowned


1 comment:

  1. hey, I really like this poem. :) Did you write it or steal it? :P

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