This is where I sat
in the avalanche.
In winter,
where I was born,
you pulled a cord of silk in your beautiful hand..... bye bye..... then white every where.... descripiton which makes the reader think a lot. your fine and direct way of thoughts. liked this poem verymuch. tony
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This is where I sat in the avalanche. In winter, where I was born, you pulled a cord of silk in your beautiful hand..... bye bye..... then white every where.... descripiton which makes the reader think a lot. your fine and direct way of thoughts. liked this poem verymuch. tony