as the winds of winter blow past, the gentle snowflakes float by
drifting sideways, slanted, upside down, turning and turning
past the trees, through the branches, over the hoods of parked cars
resting on warm schoolhouse windows as wondering students watch
distracted from their lessons, awe and wonder on their faces
snow flurries changing directions, whirling in circles
resembling a maelstrom, riding the waves of the not so gentle wind
curious little snowflakes, as different as you and me
1 comment:
Hey this is AM,
Good story, realy interesting. Have a good day
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