Poem Hunter
SR (july / texas)


Poem By S.M. Riggin

gently falling, floating down.
over you and me
standing here standing there
the snow is falling.
white flakes come down
from heaven above
coming down like angels
the snow is falling.
all the fun times
we've had outside, buliding forts
having snow-ball fights,
while the snow is falling.
softly it comes down like
a white moist blanket,
gently whispering
' go inside or get a cold'
While the snow is falling.

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Comments (1)

I never saw snow in my life. But You kinda let me....Excellent.