She opens her palm,
And catches a snowflake,
Feeling calm,
As she walks by the frozen lake,
It's a winter wonderland,
And the snow dances in the moonlight,
But she misses the warm sand,
And running through the warm summer night.
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The Broken Road
Poetry"Sometimes the broken road is the only way home." -Unknown Part Two: I guess I'm in love. --------- A collection of 2018 poems. 3/12/19 #227 in broken 3/13/19 #285 in finding happiness 4/6/19 #5 in living life
