Little snowball in the cold,
all alone by twist of fate.
As the weather turns to warm,
the snowball sits at my front gate.
The weather gets warmer still,
and the ball melts so expectedly.
Then it was water, like it's old friends,
and the only thing alone was me.
Author notes
50 words! Yay! Wait...does 13 come after 2?
A contest entry
- 50 Words (6) by naked roots.
450 points, ended June 13, 2007, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Your not alone, love! You'll always have me! -
The author's notes made me laugh...
It's so hot lately, I would love to have a snowball or two.
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