The Snow

Watching from the window
falling, falling is the snow
listen as the harsh winds blow
and I remember many years ago
as a little girl admiring the snow’s glow
gathering with my friends and we throw
snowballs and snow angels in a row
grab our sleds and off we go
down the snow covered hills we flow
with mittens and hats in tow
over and over again, repeating in the morrow
but now I forgo
hiding inside, watching it overflow

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