And When The Snows Of Winter Came - Poem by Gene Mariani
And when the snows of winter came
When the birds had flown away
In the middle of a long lonely night
Her memory came to him.
Her smile, her eyes, the way her
Mouth turned up just that way
And it felt as though her soft hands
Caressed his cheek.
Outside winds howled down
The lonely streets and alleys
Blowing snowflakes recklessly into
A coverlet of white.
The fire slowly turned logs
Into glowing embers
Casting slow dancing shadows against
Silent walls as
Once again, she was his music
She was his song
And her music played softly
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