The flakes fall in harmony
With the gentle breeze
That whispers through the silent trees
Lining the busy streets
Like continental soldiers.
What are they waiting for?
This entry was posted on April 15, 2012 by ~Robin~. It was filed under Poetry and was tagged with breeze, city streets, Online Writing, Poem, poetry, silence, snow, snowfall, soldiers, streets, trees, waiting, watching, weather, whisper, whispering, wind, winter, Writing.
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