He swirls into the room
Unmindful of the stares
People stepping back
He goes where he would
Oblivious to all
But his own desires.
But then,
Something ahead
He turns
Perhaps in fear
And falters
Slowly he succumbs
Down he drops
Darting left
Twisting right
Is there no escape?
Will no one help?
Alone he falls,
Alone he dies.
A single flake of snow
Fireside.
Nicely penned and a lovely winter photo! Love the cold sight π
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Thank you my friend.
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My pleasure reading it Pamπ€π
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Poor lost snowflake.
You had me wondering for a bit there.
Miriam
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haha . that pleases me.
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hahaha I love your poem! π
And Thank You for the gorgeous snow scene! It was rare we got that much snow when I lived in the north of England, but I do remember it being magical. π
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I think of you when I see a lot of snow.
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haha Thank you π π
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Beautifully penned! π
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Thank you!
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Awww. Beautiful, Pam.
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Thanks Dan.
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This is such a wonderful poem Pam. I was cursing every snowflake that fell, totaling one foot, but now I’m feeling sorry for the damn snowflakes!!! βοΈβοΈβοΈ
πΎGinger πΎ
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Most of ours have melted so . . . I’m good. hahaha
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