A,
Day,
Like,
today,
were one,
does play,
& laughter,
fills the air,
& none despair,
& snow falls downward,
now spiraling forward,
to greet you down yonder,
a silent marauder,
of younsters imaginations,
& old folks exasperations.
-Chris Austin
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Poetry a Collection Vol.2
PoetryThis is volume two of my collection of poems I have created I hope you enjoy these just as much if not more that the last few.
