Friday, March 1, 2013

Snow poetry by Iman

Frost of Winter

Cold, dead on the ground
My bare hands touching it softly
It connects with the cold breeze that is behind
As it cracks under my boots I can see my boot print in the ground
It stays there till it melts away


-Iman
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