Gift of WinterA Poem by InsidiousRain Found this at the back of an old notebook from a few years ago, when my sister was sick for reasons unknown.
White mist
Life's gifts Snowbank Lean back Breath hangs See stars Bright night Snowflake Drifts Down Arms spread Hearts wide My sister, Snow Angel
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InsidiousRainNYAboutSome people are sheep. Some are politicians. Some are wisemen, leaders. A black and white world. Me? I'm that queer kid. Whoever has the faintest idea where I'm going, it sure as hell isn't me. .. more..Writing
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