Poetic Ramblings

A collection of poems from years past and now.

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3. When It Snows

My footsteps crush the white beneath me,

Almost silent, almost still.

Thinking of all the things you could be,

Knowing that you never will.

 

A moment passes like an hour,

An hour, like a day.

Life is bitter, sweet and sour

And as beautiful as May.

 

The snow below gently hisses.

Turns red before it melts away.

And something somewhere inside me wishes

That it would last, just one more day

 

But you have gone to join the angels,

Sitting high upon their thrones.

And though I've met many individuals.

I think of you when it snows.

 

AN. Written January 2013

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