Snow is like the icy tears I weap. So cold it freezes my heart. I bend over and reach for it although it is not there. It has moved on soaring with the blustery wind. Which has blown me out of my comfort. I run after it for I feel different and uncomfortable. I roll down the hill which leads me to rock bottom and there I find the snow which brings me to my comfort.
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PoetryA compilation of journal entries, poetry, and freelance I've written.
