it's snowing now
Posted by
Mike Baker
When snow falls,
poetry flows like quicksilver
canals,
words become so plentiful that
almost any words strung together
become poetic volcanos,
causing huge lava flows
of wisdom, cleverness, and
verse.
love,and love lost,
longing, and hope,
snow is like moonlight
that screams"create,create,create".
but not this time.
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