The Exceptions Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The Exceptions

The Exceptions

Mother Earth is in bed,
Under a white blanket,
Made of ice and snow...

Randomly saw people,
Those outside,
Walked a dog or nibbled.

But I was crazy,
Carried lens and camera.

Thursday, January 18, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: crazy,dog,snow
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