Treasure Island

Herbert Nehrlich

(04 October 1943 / Germany)

Like Snow

Yes you are right, pure love is so like winter's early snow
its flakes descend in joyful dances from the cloudy sky.
Two figures huddle tightly on the meadow far below
and do not care if life itself and time just passes by.

Submitted: Thursday, January 29, 2009
Edited: Thursday, January 29, 2009

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