Winter Snow
When all is said and done, nothing could make things better
I'm slowly drifting off into dreams where nothing bad can happen
Nothing could hurt me even if I wanted the monsters to come catch me
Trees and leaves coming down like nothing, like a windstorm
Everything and anything happens all at once, coming down like cedars
Remembering to feel alive at the worst possible moments
Something borrowed from my memory, something special only for you
Not wondering when the time is right
Our home, our beauty, our life is on the line
Whenever I look at the moon, you know I think of you.
Copyright © Ashlee Kidder | Year Posted 2017
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