Snow

by The Angel of Secrets   Mar 21, 2006


It's cold outside,
and the world is white,
Evening comes soon,
as well as night.

I miss the summer,
I miss the sun,
I miss sunbathing,
and common outdoor fun.

The spring couldn't come sooner,
I want the flowers to show.
I sit under a blanket in front of the fire,
and say to myself "I hate the snow."

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