It was a snowy night.
We were both sitting on the curb watching the white flakes fall.
Snow surrounded us.
I rested my head on his shoulder.
"Can you sing for me?"
I asked him.
He smiled.
"What song do you want me to sing?"
I twirled my finger in the snow.
"The one you wrote."
He nodded.
And then he sang.
'Snowfall' he called this song.
Such a beautiful voice he had.
On such a beautiful night.
I always thought winter was romantic.
I watched him.
Until he stopped singing.
"How beautiful...."
I said.
And we continued to watch the white flakes fall.
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Poetry
PoetryJust the place I put my poetry. I can do requests. This mostly just if I have a poetry in my head and I want to save it by putting it here.
