Snow
The snow
covered the land.
A white blanket
upon the
Earth.
Like skeletons in the closet
it hid the secrets
of the world.
My secret?
I watched
and often
I wished I could lie
under the snow –
under that blanket of snow –
to simply forget
my life
and freeze.
To never again
wake to see the
spring.
The End
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Snow, which
was posted on Nov 17, 2011 by
ashika_manu.
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