The cold windy day
As I stand there in freezing cold snow it falls over me I’m getting soaked with snow. The snow is like a cold blanket over my body. There is a house in my eye site. My hands feel the snow falling. My ear’s hear the sound of the wind. As I breath in I smell the fresh air. My mouth taste’s the snow as it drips into my mouth.
tamara
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thank Esther
Deletewow great poem
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