White falling from the sky,
In flurries quickly scurrying.
The frost bites your nose,
Like a cat sharpening his toes.
Things go from dark to white in just one day,
How can people just stay away?
I get it's cold and boring,
But so pretty are your surroundings,
That you long for a white Christmas,
You long for winter and cold,
Yet it comes and you say
No more.
The snow is not sad or gloomy,
It reminds you of your mortality,
In the face of sudden and instant humanity.
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The Roads Taken
PoetryLife is a series of trials and errors, One would like to say that we're perfect but we aren't. Humans are the only species to be perfectly imperfect, the imperfections that we dwell on in ourselves and in others tends to be the ones connected with t...
