Wind blows ity bity snow flakes onto my face
They're soft but sting from their chill
World white
Sky gray
My hands shoved into pockets
Eyes up, seeing this wonder
I'm cold
But I'm happy
And I smile
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Thoughts of a Ham Sandwich
PoesíaA collection of poems. If you're reading for the first time start at the end.
Snow
Wind blows ity bity snow flakes onto my face
They're soft but sting from their chill
World white
Sky gray
My hands shoved into pockets
Eyes up, seeing this wonder
I'm cold
But I'm happy
And I smile
