Frozen
Fall withers away with every flake,
Taking the biggest step anything could take,
Coming down bit by bit,
Falls immortality shatters with the new ice,
Soon white fluff shall cover the ground,
Their parka fur around their necks,
Bouncing with the beat,
Kids will run round,
Begging for some other sound,
But the icy unbearable wind of winter,
As snow fills up so much of the sky,
You can no longer see the dipper.
The temperature drops,
So do the happy faces of the children,
Whose faces are now white instead of pink,
Their bodies sprinkle the ground galore,
In little groups of three or four,
None of which are ever found,
Till the day the mercy for the kids,
Made the wind stop all its sound,
And it mourned for them and for all in the town,
Suddenly saddened faces of all the small ones,
Seemed to be at peace,
Never feeling anymore grief.
2007-12-19
17:50:01
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