MARCH 23,2004
Copyrighted 23.03. 2004 Author: Barb Walker
The wind
Is howling
In the willows;
The sky
Is stormy gray;
The house
Is nice and quiet,
Not even the dog
Has stirred.
The snow
Is falling, swirling
In the wind;
The sound
Of silence looms.
It is a perfect day,
To cuddle
The one you love.
The wind
Is howling
In the willows;
The sky
Is stormy gray;
The house
Is nice and quiet,
Not even the dog
Has stirred.
The snow
Is falling, swirling
In the wind;
The sound
Of silence looms.
It is a perfect day,
To cuddle
The one you love.
posted by Kokopelli The Poet | 6:25 PM
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