– snow fall –

Walking grounds again…

Mother won’t repent…

as I bundle up myself,

sifting through the morning belt.

White covers the day…

dimmer than the grey… 

where’s the bright side of the sun?

Where’s this so-called springtime fun?

 

As. snow. falls. from

some insane cloud, my

ears. they. stall. from

some flakes so loud, but I’m

keeping my head high,

or at least I’ll try to

brave the cold… this

blossomed snow.

 

 

D.J. Whisenant

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