pure and quite
white and still
touching you brings familiar chills
a tickle here
a trickle there
when you come down i chant and cheer
the sound of your crunching when i walk about
my nose red
and feet are cold
watching you from my window never gets old
the little kid inside me starts to feel his tears
but he always knows youll be back next year
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.