SnowfallA Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt
As the sky opens up
dropping to the ground little pieces of frozen hope I imagine the spark in your eyes transporting me to a warm place where life and death meet in us. The frozen glory of today trapping the people in their cars lends perfectly well to you and for the first time in countless days I can tell that the clouds are blessing us for a happily ever after in the ice. © 2013 Sarah McKeever Hitt |
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Added on March 5, 2013 Last Updated on March 5, 2013 AuthorSarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutTake me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more..Writing |