Those little tiny things called snowflakes
Fill me with wonder
They float down from their home above
Just to be with us for a while
To fill our yards and truck beds
To be formed into snowmen and snowballs
Just for us
Just so we can have fun
In the light powdery sugar-like joy we call
Snow
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Flying Away || Poetry
PoetryPoems by the broken, for the broken. {Lovely cover done by @tinhovercarinice}
