He of lesser fortune
People are always complaining
about the icy winter snow
They say it's so cold it feels like dying
but how it feels they don't know
All i can say is that I'm mesmerized
By the beauty of this all
So clean and pure this white
It makes no comparison to the fall
And by the way this nagging
is there not more to do
Cause in these freezing nights
People are dying of it too
So i say keep in mind
The next time you feel chill
He of lesser fortune
Needs help to climb that hill
Reacties op dit gedicht
| lothori: | Woensdag, juni 06, 2012 16:45 |
| i really like your poems:) -lothori- |
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| AbiGailReQuiem: | Zaterdag, december 12, 2009 10:57 |
| I Wuv Your Poem and hopefully it will get me through this tough day. | |
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