Sunday, November 16, 2014

By nightfall, you'll be gone

Beautiful snow falls at dawn:
White, impressionable, and new.
Billowy in appearance, it sits on your lawn,
Covering the world you thought you knew.

Yet clean and bright it does not stay,
Its flawless surface you wish to harness.
You cannot resist - it invites you to play.
Harsh is the world that makes it tarnish.

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