Acrostic 9. Snow. Poem by Konstantin Ananin

Acrostic 9. Snow.



Something has whispered. Snow.
Nothing is moving. Snow.
Ox-eyes are ringing. Snow.
Whiteness is reigning. Snow.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: acrostic,snow
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