It Is Snowing
and I press my palm against my heart . . .
I am holding in an awful ache and p a i n
my soul is stone COLD and bleeding ice
snow is f a l l i n g and melting into tears
weeping mourners are fading away
this LOVE will be forever and ever- I w h i s p e r
then- I place a RED rose to my lips
and leave it d y i n g on your tomb
inside me is this horrid emptiness
like a dagger has been PLUNGED into my heart
I cannot not fathom a life without you- l o v e
snow is FALLING and melting into tears
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(Re-write from March 29, 2015, It Snowed That Day)
Entered in the contest, 100 in a row,191
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Tenth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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