Spring
He sits alone
Staring out the window
Watching the cold flakes float down
To add to the ever-growing piles
Bitter cold wind whistles by
But he still hopes for brighter days
And Spring
Poetry Slam:
He sits alone
Staring out the window
Watching the cold flakes float down
To add to the ever-growing piles
Bitter cold wind whistles by
But he still hopes for brighter days
And Spring
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