(spring
snow)
is
there
anything
as
sad as
spring
snow?
you
are gone.
i
will never
see
you again.
the
cold wind
slices
against
my cheek.
a
knife
to
my heart.
the
snow
still
falls.
© polly macdavid
cross-posted at https://crystalapplequeen.wordpress.com/2015/04/23/namopo-day-23/
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