Who said snow is beautiful?
It is like poison.
It slowly stings,
Like a carnivorous swarm of bees.
White pellets slice through air
A blizzard would be mild.
Pale oceans rise where grass once stood.
It piles up.
And piles up.
Like the laundry of a dead man;
It lingers for far too long.
Copyright © Louis Nathaniel | Year Posted 2014
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