Diminished Hexverse-Disillusion
The wet snow becomes slush,
and turning into rain...
makes all the pines weep
as people in grief.
Long barges glide
like gondolas
in Venice,
but no song
is sung
today
to
love.
Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci
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