SNOW
By thespin
Snow. How beautiful.White. Pure.It covers me.Gone. The green of Spring.Gone. Forever the beauty that was.All that is left are crystal spires of ice.Hanging from my heart.Small droplets of life, encased,frozen.The howling winds sing their icy songs.Luring me. Enticing me.Come back. Come back.This stallion has stop his running.He listens, pauses for a moment.Stretch his legs and gallops.Leaving prints along the way.He heads for the hills.To run with his God.God breathes.Thawing the ice.Melting the rock.Rivers flow once more.The grass is green.Life erupts.God rides the land once more. Written October 22nd, 2001 © on Oct 22 2001 01:03 AM PST 0 • 13
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"Snow. How beautiful.White. Pure.It covers me.Gone. The green of Spring.Gone. Forever the beauty that was.All that is left are crystal spires of ice.Hanging from my heart.Small droplets of life, encased,frozen.The howling winds sing their icy songs.Luring me. Enticing me.Come back. Come back.This stallion has stop his running.He listens, pauses for a moment.Stretch his legs and gallops.Leaving prints along the way.He heads for the hills.To run with his God.God breathes.Thawing the ice.Melting the rock.Rivers flow once more.The grass is green.Life erupts.God rides the land once more...."