Its a snowy evening,soft as a feather.
I'm still confused whether
I want you in my future.
A wrapped up gift box of Juicy Couture
you have left for me on the door step
A while before the day's dep.
The car outside parked looks like it's covered in a blanket of cotton ball.
Embracing the crystalline silence of snowfall,
the cold dampness touches my skin
with the slowness and muted shin.
So, I wrapped a shawl.
Small slopes of snowball
on the ground,lay.
It's quite a sloppy day.22.11.23
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Poetry in a diary
Poetryneeded to make a second poetry work,I didn't write it though,my sister did.