Just A Poem About Winter

She woke up to see a white blanket of snow outside her window.

It’s so new and clean, untouched and barely seen

Funny how something so beautiful could be so cold,

tragically similar to her own lonely soul.

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Author: Emilie

traveler musician alto sax, clarinet, piano, guitar, oboe poet songwriter

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