Snow - An original poem
I thought it was snow as it rained from the sky,
Drifting down with angelic grace,
Settling around the yard like a death shroud
As I ran out with expectations too high.
I opened my arms to the heavens,
But I was met with fierce heat,
I was met with choking smoke.
And I thought it was snow.
I thought it was a miracle and I was so happy.
I didn’t remember snow is impossible here;
Here there is only fire and ash.
But it was just so funny…
I thought it was snow.
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