I was surprised by the snow.
It arrived with no context,
making no contact,
not enough to crunch under my cheap shoes,
no footprints,
no letter to say goodbye, written with icy fingers.
Just breezing by,
without a care in the world.
I was surprised by the snow.
It arrived with no context,
making no contact,
not enough to crunch under my cheap shoes,
no footprints,
no letter to say goodbye, written with icy fingers.
Just breezing by,
without a care in the world.
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