Snow Poem by Cardel Hunte

Snow



I think these thoughts in my mind an imagination of snow, the north's coldest breeze set on evenings glow a dream of frosted wonders and mysteries left untold.the time of this is winter, and this blessing is called snow.

Friday, May 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: dream,snow,winter
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