Things you said,
like falling snowflakes,
settled in my brain.
Where they melted,
soaking into the ground,
into the roots of my lawn
Where little worms burrowed under the crust
of our own little world
floating, endlessly
Like snowflakes,
your words,
twirled into warm hands,
and just as soon,
were gone.
Leaving nothing,
but a faint imprint of frost.
YOU ARE READING
Stumble Through Life
PoetryPoetry Collection(Original): There are infinite homes out there, for all of us, under the shimmering stars in the roar of the night, or the dark solace of the shadows on the sun, and everything in between. And may I only hope that my words could bec...
