Watching the Snow Melt
On a starless rainless night
'fore my eyes...
The last of the snow-hill,
Wind-blown...
Melts
Left...
Is wet-marks,
On cobble-stone
Till, the next snowflake...
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Drops
Copyright © Charles Messina | Year Posted 2020
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