One year on, one year off, cold snow
Sapping greedily our life joys.
White blanket falls without a noise
Peaceful, playful, time grows slow.
Amidst the white a footprint shows
Of fox or wolf, full of poise;
Animal instinct a mind employs.
A nomad, a guide led by nose.
And I, a bitter mood I know,
Long mislaid tales of all the boys
And distant memories of toys
Long left behind by need to grow.
Subtle shades appear on the white
As the day's beauty fades to night.
Please tell me what you think
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I really like this.. i almost can't say why specifically, but it's just.... catching.. it tugs at me and feels like reminiscing... that probably doesn't make any sense at all, but that's how it makes me feel. I really do love it though. Bravo.
and, assuming you have no problem with it, i think i may have to add you to my favorites.
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