ESNOU KOUP

Yes, you are white and cold,

but you are so beautiful...

you come every year n' I wait for you wit my extended open arms.

My face

looking up

and I feel your soft skin on me.

Blanca Nieves vienes and goes signaling how alive you are

and how alive I am.

Never stop...they hate you...but I heart u.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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