white falls earth-bound
life is still on the frosty ground
children dance with mad anticiapation
and white piles up with facination
two figurs held in elaboration
above all else is a colaberation
a fountain of frozen history, a moment lost to time
a cold bueaty spings forth to wash awawy the grime.
* grins* i had fun with this poem .. but there is all ways a ways to improve...( dok dok) exclaim
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if to be naught but a second and then not at all and fight the fiercer for the dream that plagues my distraught mind.
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