SnowflakesA Poem by Matt Chevalier
Breathing in used air
This place is alive, yet There is no one here New ideas float around Like snowflakes Absorbing the feeling The one about attachment To something bigger than Oneself Of course, eventually, Snowflakes melt away The question is what do they leave
© 2012 Matt Chevalier |
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Added on September 4, 2012 Last Updated on September 18, 2012 Author
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