A blog about whatever randomosity my fevered mind conceives.

The Watchers

The flakes fall in harmony

With the gentle breeze

That whispers through the silent trees

Lining the busy streets

Like continental soldiers.

They stand,

They watch,

They wait…

What are they waiting for?

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