(September 25, 1930 – May 10, 1999 / Chicago/ Illinois)

A Child's Inner Snow Angel

Every snowflake, that's circling, around
Wakes a sullen, child's inner angel
Up from, a winter wonderland mindset.

Every snowflake fissured, falling from a cloud.
Is a magical experience, felt inside?
That truly tingles inside their mind.

By those who are quite big, but feel so very, small
Every snowflake, that's falling to the ground
Is like a seed of happiness; newly found.

They're like pearls you can taste on your tongue.
Imagine an angel's wing brushing your face
It's a heavenly moment, no one can, replace
It's an angel's wing heavenly, touching your face.

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Backward Bill wears his hat on his toes And puts on his underwear over his clothes. And come every payday he pays his boss, And rides off a-smilin' a-carryin' his hoss. as usual interesting. poem. tony
Nice Amazing nice nice nice
Shel got the point: Wisdom concealed through verses. Giggling about “real-life-nonsense” makes you wise in a quite funny way. Thank you dear Shel.
A lovely fascinating poem that gives a light atmosphere to the reader. Loved reading the poem. Thanks for the sharing.
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