Snow
As the white flakes drift with
the wind,
In the middle of the undefined,
There’s a hush of flurries
Coming down like berries.
The blizzard is as chill,
As Brazil,
But with a frost that got tossed.
Copyright © Brianna Parsons | Year Posted 2020
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