Snow Face

How it was that her Summer face

Turns slowly into snow

Without hurry, there was no race

No one was there I know

 

Not what to say before

Silence answered in reply

Crystal eyes, blue once more

As were the winds who knew why





Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-10-03 at 15:15

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