A couple of white things fall from the sky
I see them
so slow but calm
It's cold outside but I don't feel it
I lay in the floor seeing how the white thing fall
I see them calmly going their way
like if all they were meant to do was fall
and you may ask what else can snow do?
I guess the answer is nothing besides giving cold and fall
but why does people love it some much then?
why does people hate it so much?
Isn't snow a mask for water?
Isn't water and wind just fighting?
So maybe it's not just cold and fall
maybe there's a more complicated thing for when snow comes
YOU ARE READING
Not as expected
PoetryJust some thought and stories from a girl that likes to talk alone because most of the time there's nobody to listened or nobody to talk to
