Greetings from an Icy AccidentA Poem by Molly
It’s snowed. The clouds look pregnant with cold, just waiting for that perfection, that moment of particle collision that will finally allow it to expel its heavy load. The orange street-lamp glow makes them look feverish. Everything on Earth glistens with ice and frost; sweat of the pregnant clouds covering the ground below. And I shall wake in the morning to see the pure white and clean sky-children lying side by side on the ground, holding mirrors in their hands and reflecting a chilly happiness into my room. The sparkling snow is saying hello. © 2008 Molly |
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Added on February 8, 2008 AuthorMollyAboutI write to write. Not for you. Not even for me sometimes. Inspiration just hits me, and I'll write it down. Sometimes what I write concerns the present, people I know or things I've seen. And other t.. more..Writing
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