Sunday, March 7, 2010

original poem

pitter pattering paws 
plopping down in the white
gleaming suns reflection
as walking hands are held
lovers warm embrace
snow all over the face 
kissed away by tender lips
as the snow keeps falling down

smiles reach their peak 
while the dogs pitter patter
though moments in the snow
quickly start to end
they last lifetimes upon
the dreary tender lawn of our imaginations

if only one more day 
we could go out and play

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