Again

It has begun to snow again. The world
Has stopped. The future is gone.
The present, seen out of a window,
Is dismal. It's empty and white,
Like a fresh sheet of paper, a thing
Which, in time, may acquire some
Value, but currently seems to have
None.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-02-11 at 23:40

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