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
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Written on 2023-10-03 at 15:15

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