please correct any spelling misstakes. thanks.


Snowflakes

Snow
slowly falling
slowly falling
towards the ground

it won't stay
on the heated
concrete

melt away,
fade, vanish
die

But
they look pretty
in the air

the cold air

your hot breath
reacting,
turning to gray smoke

Snow
slowly falling
towards the ground

you're lying on
the concrete
(the nicotine
keeping your body alert
making your exhilaration gray)
every other
inhale
consisting of
snowflakes and air
every other
of
nicotine

You feel
alive
or almost dead

take your pick




Poetry by kristallkross
Read 562 times
Written on 2006-12-25 at 04:50

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