Sitting in her gown of snow,
Not knowing where to go.
Open eyes, full of green,
Without any, land unseen.
All her feathers are perfect to sight,
Not missing her halo so bright.
Godsend or dream, I do not know.
Even so, when with her I go,
Leaving footprints in the soft snow.
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Words of Time: A Collection of Poems Throughout The Years
PoetryA collection of poems from my early years, up to the present. Many are about love, but also family, friends, life in general, as well as the struggles many of us face as we discover ourselves. #Wattys2016 #Wattys2019 *Note: Stories with an asterisk...
