Snow
SNOW
In the month of march
I never dream of you, such
As romancing the sky in purely white
While I...am wailing upon your sight
Peering through a window
I ask, in wrinkled brow
Why you come anytime you like
While I...have to wait before I can hike
Again, you pack in my walkway
Not minding my inner dismay
It does not mean, I don't like you
It is just...you are long-overdue.
Spring is peeking, give her a chance
To sway the hairless twigs and dance
With the nippy wind or start a smile
To a witless soul charmed for awhile
by your graceful style.
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