Snow
I wish the sky could be gray,
Streets covered by snow.
At night after, I sit and pray,
I will watch the white’s glow
From my bedroom’s window,
Then with my fingertips
I will draw on the glass:
Eyes, nose, hair and lips.
If the storm will pass,
I will go barefoot on the grass.
It was a cold December
and my first snow storm.
I will always remember
When a bowl of popcorn
was keeping us both warm.
Copyright © João Camilo | Year Posted 2015
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