The Wild Snow
The snow is twirling
The snow is whirling
The snow, The snow
The snow is blowing
The snow is going
The snow, The snow
The snow is flaking
The snow is breaking
Not to soon but,one day at the stroke of noon
when the sun is in the middle of the sky
when it is not shy the sun will pop out from behind the clouds
and melt all the ice and snow
The snow, The snow
Copyright © Adam Weir | Year Posted 2016
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