The Snow I loved: a visual poem
It snowed yesterday
and you weren't there
The cold whiteness covered the sky
and you were not there
I saw the branches of the pines almost break with the weight
and still you weren't there
The snow I loved was no comfort; just cold, blinding me forever
So I crept inside my mind, away from the frozen, the white, the barren,
And found you there.
-A.R.Monko, 2010
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