snow night

poem by: Ashraf Kaasamani
Written on Apr 29, 2014

Snow dressed oak trees
Standing the coldest way home 
but we flip away
the burg is a world of ice
And we have warm feet each

Peter Duggan commented:

Very nice write, I enjoyed this one.....peter

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