Ice AngelA Poem by Cherrie Palmer2nd snowman poem
Burning fingers red and numb sculpt an image in the frosty sun.
Little eyes that cannot see, seem to watch from buttons of green. A lost soul all alone forms an angel for her home. Standing watch from his lofty throne. © 2022 Cherrie PalmerFeatured Review
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13 Reviews Added on March 12, 2022 Last Updated on March 12, 2022 AuthorCherrie PalmerSpringfield , MOAboutI am a published poet and love poetry. After a lifetime of country living, I'm making a move back to town. I find my surroundings a great inspiration to me. I also have two books on Amazon Kindle: .. more..Writing
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