Wake up to snow
on this beautiful Vermont land
The wind will blow
trust me I know
In the air is a story
A memory
of winters
past much like the last
But safe inside is where I stay
excited to see the snow for the whole day
Winter in October
Wake up to snow
on this beautiful Vermont land
The wind will blow
trust me I know
In the air is a story
A memory
of winters
past much like the last
But safe inside is where I stay
excited to see the snow for the whole day
More by queenlalaladaisy
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Separation
Why does the rain
tap on the window
when you can't feel it?
Why will it remind you of
the dew drops dancing on the grass blades in early spring,
of August's ocean breeze spraying saltwater in your hair, -
Empty
The person is empty
the person with no identity
the one with no personality
Who doesn't now what yesterday was like or the day before
Know one seems to know this person anymore -
Understanding
Somewhere in my past
a sunny snow day haunts me
the serenity
Feels too cliche
to enjoy
I remember the glances out of the window
on a day that finally feels like spring
because winter can be long and dark
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