Wednesday, February 3, 2010


Wrote this one after the last decent snow we got. Sounds like we've got another on the way. I hate snow, by the way. This was from a Zelda's exercise - we had a list of words to use. I'm not going to bother writing the list out here, too much trouble.


Stuck in snow like a popsicle,
Hands reach up to high above.
White cotton flakes fall on my eyes,
Tears on cheeks burn then freeze.
Adjust my arms, alone in the deep.
Soon forgot even by me.

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